Between the dawn and daylight,
between twilight and dusk,
between the falling raindrops,
between belief and trust~

All the joys of living
lie in the in-betweens,
where all the stars are shining,
and there the angels sing.

Speak to me of maybe,
of nevermore, and soon.
Dream with me of oceans
and the rising of the moon.

Let’s walk in sunny gardens,
pick yellow tulips, dance
with fairies on the border
between certainty and chance.