I crave the kind of closeness born of still,

You once held youth and beauty

Scrutinising the mirage down the street,

They said he loved her so much, he waited for her spectre to return to him after her death, for one

Sometimes I like to watch my neighbour.

And I stand alone on the verge of night,

Noticed their friend's absence

My river winds through meadows, soft and green

Someone said that I need to aim high,

What are you chasing… in the dark?"