“Bring the moon over the meadows

As you settle down the sun,

And we’ll go dancing with the dark,

Racing the rivers where they run.

For the heart always needs places

No-one else knows that you are,

So you may sew yourself anew

Beneath a blanket made of stars.

Then in the morning like all rivers

We’ll find our footprints by the sea,

And at last you will be you

And I finally feel like me.”

-Erin Hanson