Interlude, for a Solitary Flute VI

In the fine land of Nowhere, On the far side of There, We shall be very happy, We shall have no care ; You will be the blossom; I shall be the bough; In the great time coming After Now.

While you are crying. Listen to my song; My own heart is breaking. But I shall be strong: I shall be strong for thinking Of the fine days and fair, When we are done with being Anywhere.

While you are grieving, Listen to my tune : I shall be the heavens. You will be the moon ; You will be the breezes ; I shall be the air; When we are done with weeping Everywhere.

Sorrow shall not know us, Though we be her tears ; Time shall not trouble us, Though we be as her years ; For we shall be the silence That sits behind the door, In the long time coming Evermore.