are promises falling
the way of our tears –
was faith to remind us
of each passing year
as the paint on the ceiling
the rust on the well –
and long nights spent wishing
another to tell

of the ache in the morning
of lives barely lived –
love never meant us
this much to forgive
something more than the ringing
of stones to the tide
are ripples to roll
o’er the face
of the moon

leaning
as learning
of distance too soon
as the sound of forever
finds a way
to be heard –
as a breath unsurrendered
is willed into word

I can’t be the reason
to stay –
I won’t stay
where the fields are all empty
and dreams died away
tell me now quickly
where o where
will you go
will the wind wrap around you
with songs of your soul

when your purpose
needs tending
by the brush of a kiss
and want left unspoken
breaks your heart –
stains your lips

tell me sweet darling
are there plans we could make
while we lie in the dark
and dare not awake
our truth from becoming
the real from the rest
a somewhere forgotten –
a life unconfessed

I should never have held you
for more than a night –
such a small price to pay
for a lifetime of light
o darling
the ringing –
the sweetest of sounds
does it play where you’re sleeping
in moments unbound