you know things
morning dew, whisper softly
try and feel their weight, create an ocean.
for me, for us

these days will pass, as days do
and suddenly we'll know things
we'll know why they obsess, why they ache, why they scurry
we'll laugh, we'll cry, we'll hope for the new

look at who I've become
look at me, it's gone
the rhythm's gone from my head, it's in my lips
from my fingertips to my veins
from my daydreams to my eyes
you're the poem I'll read for the rest of my life
spinning around and over in my thoughts
I'll paint you again and again

these days will pass, as days do
and we'll know things
together, we'll know.