You see I asked you to come with me but you would not come,
But cried saying I didn’t really love you.
So I waited came early to meet you, write my words waiting,
Almost danced by your side as we walked and walked.
And in a way you came with me on those paths of ours,
But you always pulled away always pretended I didn’t care that much but I could not have come earlier to see you or waited longer,
I could not have sent more flowers or tried harder,
And I did not want to let go just asked that you would keep to some common way together or be clear about what you wanted or not.
But your moods changed with the wind and a burning passion turned hope into scorched earth.
Even now you will not see that I chose you but in your arms I was like a child’s toy held too close or abandoned on the stone cold floor.
And you could not see that my heart needed some kind of home some shelter in this fragile world of ours that crumbles with the passing of time that brings empires and kings to their knees and turns even the majesty of mountains into rubble and dust.
You could not see that I needed a home a place to be,
A moment safe from the storm
Where the pain of all that is lost was softened by your touch and where a smile might let some light burn on in a heart that grows cold from a winter long and such loss of touch.
And I cried on the beach for you did not come back for on a black wind she sails away.
On that dark day my love you sailed away.