I could say
my right hand does not believe
it's confined
While everything slips
through my fingers
Agree that the usual is not mine
to ever know
Just so you will feel comfortable
There within the skin
Which you linger

I could tell you that I am not hungry
for the small things
That I see most everyone
else holds near
Because I have a spirit
that travels quite light
Always seeking peace in all
that is still
So that you will continue
to smile at me,
my dear

Would you still look into my eyes
with the same trust
If within mine
you saw a brewing storm
Working its way into my soul
that I could not stop
Or would you decide that I
am a stranger
With a heart
you no longer consider
a delightful form