it is not where you are.

now in the haze of the twilight,
when birds sing the last of the sun -
stand in the field, stand alone in the field.
your time around here's nearly done.

now in the dark of the evening,
when birds call the rise of the moon -
stand in the wood, stand alone in the wood.
your time here will be over soon.

now in the pitch of the midnight,
when birds all are silent in sleep -
stand on the shore, stand alone on the shore.
your time here is not yours to keep.

now in the grey of the gloaming,
when birds greet the new morning star -
i stand in this place, stand alone in this place.
i am here. it is not where you are.