This is a promise.

The darkness of day is mystery,
but if you wish to find me, my love,
I'll be standing by the broken tree.

When stars at twilight abandon me,
sometimes innocence isn't enough-
where dark and day coalesce, I'll be.

The world is still so that all can see
the silhouette of an injured dove
climbing the hill to my broken tree,

to limbs so charred they can barely breathe,
a black star in the sky, ashen, rough-
where dark and day coalesce, I'll be.

Rest your head now dear, you needn't leave

as dark shines upon what lightning struck.

You are safe here in my broken tree. 

Perhaps someday, you will let me see
what nature does to all that you love.
Where dark and day coalesce, we'll be.
I will find you by your broken tree.