and I ran back to that hollow again
the moon was just a sliver back then
She wonders what it would be like to live here—in the meadow. Then, she wonders if she already knows, if she has already made it her home. The idea of her being a Desert dweller seemed so natural that it was completely unnatural to view herself as anything else. Yet, it had been years since she had returned to her so called home. It had been forever since she had walked along the sand and seen her father powering through the skies and her mother in the middle of a sandstorm. Those seemed like simpler times now, and she has to wonder if she appreciated them as she should have.
But of course she knows she didn’t.
Her expression is soft when she looks at him, the sadness creeping into the corners of her eyes. “Would you like to explore?” she asks, although she herself is not sure that she is ready to leave the peace of their quiet coupling. There was a tranquility between them that she appreciated, as if the rest of the world was simply muted. Soon enough, they would have to rejoin the crowds and the noise and be subjected to the existence of other life, but for now, it seemed enough to cocoon themselves together like this.
“Maybe another time…”
Her voice trails off, and she sighs deeply. “So where were you born?”
and I ached for my heart like some tin man
when it came, oh, it beat and it boiled and it rang