I long to have my sheets stained
With your memory
But your words are all I have
Time will tell
Weaving late nights and good mornings
Into a motley assortment
Of bright, can I have you, love songs
My voice carries across this distance
Whispering silkily against your flesh
To pull together the edges of this ache
Hold my wooden heart
In your hands made of promise
Sinking slowly into your shadowed depths
Where the wreckage of my longing will rest
Inside every dream that sparkles across my sleeping mind
You wait
*Falling softly with me