Night Falls

You paint your eyes with infinity

I am becoming a tree

The difference between then and now visible for all to see.

Finite wood struggles in the human heart

Radiating rings enclose the wooden heart

Flowers of infinity bloom

Night falls as it must.

You paint your eyes with springtime beneath the radiating moon

Flowers of infinity bloom.

I aim for the centre of the human heart

I am becoming a tree

I am becoming a tree

The difference between then and now visible for all to see.