He saw the glow of soft promise on his horizon
And road maps were only an excuse for getting lost
Her heart yet beats within his like a full blood moon
The memory of her whispers softly present in his ear

She mailed him a letter, scented with a clue,
A set of coordinates scribbled hastily
Upon a half torn page,
A compass, a key, and an address

Sweet forgiveness in her musky scent upon that sacred note.
The coordinates marked where they had fallen in love
The compass, a golden needle pointing always to her soul
A bejeweled silver key, the only one to her heart and dreams
And an address that pounded in his brain like a hammer!
With eyes seeing only her face, casting his doubts to the curb,
He rode the highways to the place they both called "Home"
As his heart made love with the ghost that haunted his soul

He arrived in the night to see no lights welcome him home
After many miles and thoughts, he knew it was her voice
That called him home to the place that holds their lost love
Her message was crystal clear, yet dead silence filled the air

Sitting on the front step where it was they first kissed
The cold winds of yesterdays swirled his memories
Howling thru his mind and echoing thru his heart
Turning the silver key in his trembling fingers
That hung now from a chain around his neck
Whispering, as a prayer, her name over and over again
They fall into questions that may never be answered

All this time he'd been speaking to a wraith unrequited
Words she sent him somehow from the other side
How could this be? That she could still be here
To send him her wish delivered as a silver key, compass
And the softly sung verses of her letter?

She kissed him one last time, as a lover brought back to life
Something he could relive as if it were only yesterday
The next morning he awoke on the porch they used to share
Reached for her note and it was no longer there
No compass nor key, only an empty chain around his neck
Everlasting memories
Bound by an undying love sent from above