Don’t worry for a moment,
while I’m standing here.
I’ll leave you with a memory,
while you shed a tear.
Please know deep in my heart,
I’m always sincere
and will be until I die.

Don’t let the chill of my leaving
rapidly cool you like basalt,
hard rocking your molten fire
into an igneous Veruca Salt.
And when those tears poor like rain,
I’ll kiss my liquid faults,
falling from your eye.

Though my love is sent to you
somewhere from afar,
I will always make my way to you,
no matter where you are.
Just like the long journey of light
made by an already-departed star,
so go I.