I survey far off lands
And see none that compare
To the places we’ve been,
The times we’ve spent,
And the thorns in our feet.

We’ve been walking barefoot
Along the road where sign posts sigh,
And we choose the place where we go
With synchronized mouths.

You’ve shared light rays and dew drops
And I’ve known the best of both;
You’re a teacher to the wisest,
Though you’ve only begun
To grow old.

Now turn around the
Thousand moons and see,
The one to hold and join
With the planets of your
Universe.

Give me your hand,
And we’ll laugh as we count
The thorns along our heels
And remember every inch
We walked together,
Hand in hand.

Choose wisely, as you will,
And we’ll make a moon where
Thorns are memories abandoned,
And we’ll walk in seas of green
With wind all about,

Turning and turning,
As the days rise and fall forever.