Lyric

I found your note in the oakwood box

Folded small with a wax-sealed knot

The ink went gold in the lamplight’s glow

Like something the forest already knew

It said my name in a careful hand

By the moth-eaten edge of a borrowed map

And every word felt gently alive

Like it had waited through the years for me

So I took the path by the fern and ash

With my shoes full of midnight rain

The trees leaned close like old librarians

And let me pass the quiet way

Lanterns between the pages

Lanterns between the pages

You left the dark with a glow

Lanterns between the pages

Lanterns between the pages

And I knew where to go

The pond kept time with a silver leaf

While the owls stitched the dusk to thread

Your folded line at the chapter’s end

Pulled a soft bright ribbon through my head

I heard a clarinet in the reeds

Like a friend on the edge of a dream

And the little stars in the celesta

Fell like crumbs on the path between

Then the ground gave way to a mossy room

Where the air smelled like paper and pine

I held that note like a warm lit key

And the whole small world stepped into light

Lanterns between the pages

Lanterns between the pages

You left the dark with a glow

Lanterns between the pages

Lanterns between the pages

And I knew where to go

If the night gets deep and the road grows long

I will keep your careful flame

In the margins of my wandering heart

In the hush where the wild things name

Lanterns between the pages

Lanterns between the pages

You left the dark with a glow

Lanterns between the pages

Lanterns between the pages

And I knew where to go