Such a strange phenomenon
To wake up missing the person
Sleeping soundly next to you
Knowing that what you once had
Has left with the August storms,
Back to the sky
To be carried away
For the use of another.
I suppose it is only fair
To let others have a chance
At what we had.
Someone was kind enough
To do the same for us.

The sound of the wind chime      
Is enough to break a tired soul,  
With its ringing so lonesome and low--
Cold.            
Like the floor you slept upon
While you were becoming a man,
With the radio
Somewhere in the distance
Humming songs about the river
And the promise you made to him
To love his daughter.

Run away with me.
Place your mitten-hand in mine
And discover what it is like
To be children of the wind.
Run away with me,
To a dream of a field
Where angels play at snowy dawn,
Clueless of where we are really going
Yet hopeful nonetheless.
Run away with me
Far from this world
Of rust and stormy hollows
That only ages our hearts
And wishes to turn us into orphans.
Run away with me.
Lace up your boots,
Kiss your mother goodbye.
Meet me by the river
Where we will run away
If only to sit under a tree,
Knee to knee,
Foreheads pressed together,
Staring into each other's eyes
And grinning with our baby teeth,
Thankful that for a moment,
"We are here,
We are here,
And we are not there."

Nothing shouted louder
Than the words we left unspoken.
Nothing hurt more
Than the bones we left unbroken.