tell me
where your words
have gone
where the key
is kept
will truth
be ours to scatter
o’er lifetimes
we have left
will time
resort to flying
will your heart
find rest with mine
will words
be lost in how it was
to break
were my faith
a consequence –
of a promised
one more verse
where time is stilled
with every sigh
remembered
tell me
where your words
have gone –
where the key
is kept
. . .