Wuthering heights, sky blue nights
Within you a yawning, watch for those
signs
In the distance beyond there’s a calling
Listen to the sound of the rain that’s falling
The wisdom of the old owl that watches over your shoulder
In your bare hands you become the beholder
Marvel in the ways that you learn to surrender
Given over to the birth of all its splendour
Time of reflection, heading for new directions
A chapter in life that now sees you aligned
All in the beauty of love that has come alive

Written by Elizabeth Pozoglou