"Last night i had a dream....you came into my room....you took me into your arms....whispering and kissing me and telling me....to still believe....the very emptiness of the burning seas against which we see our darkest decides....until i....felt safe and warm....i fell asleep in your arms....when i awoke....i cried again....for you were gone....can you hear me??"
-Jane Siberry, It Can't Rain All The Time-