Moments that we shared like wine drops from a glass,
bled together, rearranged and vanished in the past.
What are you restless for tonight? You’re combing out your hair.
Something different about this fight. You’re having an affair?
As the words left your lips I knew them to be lies.
Fearsome creatures, stinging tips in the prickly thicket hide.
I’m wandering on the plateau, lost, waiting to be found,
wondering if my blind shadow falls on hallowed ground.
On the horizon, in another time, our lives were drawn together.
Sandy days we spent on a beach. We sheltered from the weather.
Storm has come tonight. It’s tide is rising and I will not swim
The glass has not yet left your lips. Forgive me for I have sinned.