My eyes yearn for that picture of earth
For a starlit field of wild berries
Or the moon casting shadows on the woods I know too well
White birches dancing with fireflies
My little blue house resting in the roaming hills

I look around and see a source of light
Wait, it's not light I see, but something strange and foreign
It's wondrous and curious
Not quite a globe but not square either
It brings to me a sensation, a feeling of hope gone lost
For even the heavens don't quite know what it is
The universe doesn't have a clear conscience about it
It comes from within us