maybe this is the end this time
there was a tenderness in you like sunflowers
hiding from the night; too shy to ask me
if maybe i wanted your heart forever
is there a coldness inside because i
didn't hold you close enough when i cried
? you've frozen over but i'm only
the rain, not the ice; summer is warmth
i never learnt to carry inside but for
you

i would have coaxed the sun into these fingers
of mine trembling as they were with light
burning too bright for shadows
like me to hold; but if i was
your lantern tonight
do you think maybe we could
find ourselves in the quiet of
the flowers and the twilight and our
burning little hearts
all over again?