Honey, I'll let you be, 
in another world,
with another weather.
I set my satellite,
to watch the skies for signs of other life.

I can see the silhouette,
and the shape of home against the sun,
when the clouds pass over.
I can see a face in the foreign moon,
of another world.

This here is a wilderness,
and a forest scene,
with a riverbed,
and the dim green light,
of a faraway sun.

Honey I wrote this place,
for us to swim,
when our worlds pass close enough,
when the tides touch the moon.