I don't hear your voice anymore
Not that I ever did before
It's just gone now.
And I want back what I never knew, but felt I should
Where you do hide
And where I want so badly to know
All those little things...
Was I right before I went wrong?
Was the circle just a que;
Standing in line
Waiting to get back to you?
I see your shadow,
And I wish to be there again
In the comfort of your branches
No more epithets,
I have, I was, I'm not
Now, can we please get back
To where we weren't?
Where I stopped?
For all have fallen short...
Notwithstanding, I wish to run.
Through the grass dipped in flecks of liquid gold
Chasing back through the tunnels now gone vague.
Till I find myself back in your fields of grace
Just a tumbler in the locked dawn