“Newrose, oldrose, Queen Anne’s lace.Water, river, stone, and sun.  Wind over hill, under tree.Past the border none can see.  Climbing into dark for youWill you wait in stars for me?”

“Newrose, Oldrose, Quean Anne's lace.Water, river, stone and sunWind over hill, under tree.Past the border none can see.Climbing into dark for you,Will you climb in stars for me?P.124”

“Climbing into dark for youWill you wait in stars for me?”

“I climb into the dark for youAre you waiting in the stars for me?”

“Can you climb high enough to get above the clouds, look down on the rain from a place in the sun?”

“The stars have come to the earth, and the ocean has turned over the ground; dark waves meet the sky.”

“Until now, I've never been able to see while I fly, and I feel a dizzying lightness as I look out at the land below us.Is this what I've missed?The stars have come to the earth, and the ocean has turned over the ground; dark waves meet the sky. They are unmoving, barely visible but for the light of the sun rising behind them.Mountains, I realize. That's what the ocean is. Those waves are peaks. The stars are lights in houses and on streets. The earth reflects the sky and the sky meets the earth and, every now and then, if we're lucky, we have a moment to see how small we are.”