A ship without sail
A beach without waves
A tree without root
A man without his heart
Such am I, till your return
A ship without sail
A beach without waves
A tree without root
A man without his heart
Such am I, till your return
I long for your arms
Soft and warm
Wrapped around me
I long for your presence
Bright
A wind in the air
Deadened when you are gone
I long for the way
The sky shines brighter
The world spins faster
The music plays louder
When you are beside me
So shall I pine for it
Till you return
In the cool night air
I see you across the way
Brighter than the stars
Though cold has come and with it dims the sun
And greens and reds have given way to grey
For every dreary day so is there one
That breaks the clouds and takes the cool away
Calm
Fresh-brewed
Joy
Biting at your ears
Love
In your palm
Window to the soul
Yours, deep and dark, warm and true
A soul ancient, wise
The sky darkens
The earth cools
And all the world slows
But here
Hearths roar
Hearts quicken
Both with flames alight
Their warmth unbound
Whither went the golden harp
That played the sweetest tune?
Where have all the trumpets gone
With their triumphant call?
Why, when the music rang so clear,
Has it now ceased, so soon?
And when again will their song play
In my mind’s busy hall?
A symphony plays
And my breath can, at last, slow
As a peace descends
Outside a fierce wind blows
And whistles through the trees
And cool descends upon the earth
With otherworldly ease
But here I sit in quiet
With warmth not far from me
For in your arms there’s peace untold
And from the chill I’m free