Lost in the woods, 
with every step I took 
I felt you there with me 

I raised your kiss 
to my thirsty lips 
and laughed as it ran down my throat 

I'll never forget 
the Payne's grey day we met: 
a dove with a bell in its beak 

strange, ancient song 
that blossomed on my tongue 
led me to a hidden stream 

cold, fickle breeze 
knocked me to my knees 
and the salt on my skin turned to smoke 

But the memory still lingers 
in the valleys of my fingers: 
a cut paper heart, a broken bell 

So I raised my hood 
and walked into the woods 
to gather flowers in a basket to bring home