It seems –
I have a notion
of what we need to do –
let’s run away
(I’ll find a way)
to make your dreams
come true.
I’ll draw a map
if you bring a light –
might be a place too far.
We’ll sleep in tents
of jasmine –
blankets pulled of stars.

Lay your head
against this longing –
let my thunder be your song.
(Ancient drum)
is this heart beating –
listen now
(it is your own).

Take my hands
and still my wanting –
soothe this wandering within.
Tell me now the stories
coming back
(as one) as we begin –
to understand (I’ve waited here)
to know you
(as I do).

Where I am warmed
against your love –
and love our (only) truth.