I sat in the dark, stared out at the shapes in the clouds
and listened to birds dive into a lake
and flutter their wings through the wake

bright stars in the sky, great sycamores saying goodbye
the winds and the sands all shaking their hands
where water and land used to meet

i'm sorry you're not here with me
i'm sorry you're not here to see
it's quite, a quite, a quite
a quiet

quite a lovely sight.