What will you show me?
“What do you see?”
Two constellations,
One you, and one me.
“What are we doing there?”
Dancing in space,
chasing the moon
in a wild, giddy race.
“What will you show me?”
What do you see?
“Us in a floating cloud,
restless and free.”
Where are we going?
“Who cares and who knows?
“We’re riding a cloud so
it’s where the wind blows!”
But all things considered
of all we can be,
I’m glad that you’re here with me
under this tree.
Beyond Panic 