As the fog distills around sleeping hills
A silver light shows
Disappearing trees yielding to your breeze
Your love is a fog
The disciplined rain rhythming your name
Your love is a song
Undecided on evenfall while the
Son decides of which days to call
The way you flow from my room at home
To the first morning snow
On a silent night where the sleepless write
Your love is poem
I can’t describe what you lit inside
Your love is so warm
Undecided on evenfall while the
Son decides of which days to call and the
Patchwork skies stitch colors surprised by the
Undecided waiting for signs
Evenfall, out where the wild wind blows
Out where the wild wind roams
Out where the wild wind
I can’t stay, not after moonlight breaks
Out where the wild wind roams
Out where the wild wind
Out where the wild wind roams
Out where the wild wind
