Till Human Voices Wake Us

Now move forward a couple of years. you will find yourself in a season. it may be a little cooler than usual, and the skies may be threatening gray, but it is the heaven that you have dreamt of and helped to create with a blue and golden sunset in the distance. and here you will swing between trees and arches where you first felt love. and in your December youth of ignorance, you will look back and convince yourself it must have all been a dream.