Orchard

Where the ocean meets the dry land grows
The tree of life
The witness of our numbered hours

A mystery rising from the dirt and salt
Beyond time
In the garden of the sunset daughters

As the evening and its reverie
Dye the fabric of reality
Time is flying by and I dream up this orchard
Why does it feel so real, so familiar

The nimble fingers spin the thread of life
So quietly
The aerie work briefly forgotten

The destined yarns woven together like
A tapestry
A latent picture of the unknown future

As the evening and its reverie
Dye the fabric of reality
Time is flying by and I dream up this orchard
Why does it feel so real, so familiar

Sinking in
In between
Time is flying by and I dream up this orchard
Why does it feel so real, so familiar