When all the light has dimmed
And the wind has ceased its calling
When all the waves grow still again
And the stars finish falling
In ash or box or scattered thought
Where little else remains
The dirt will hold our memories
And the stones will bear our names
Still think of you in winter’s cold
A kiss on icy streets
I see your face in spring’s desire
A smile between the sheets
Smell your skin in summer time
All love and salt and sweat
I hear you name on autumn’s wind
The name I can’t forget
When I hear it spoke aloud
My heart beats a little faster
My mind cannot control itself
Like eyes drawn to disaster
Everything behind us
Catches up in time
I hunger for the stillness
Of a contented mind
When all the light has dimmed
And the wind has ceased its calling
When all the waves are still again
And stars are finished falling
In ash or box or scattered thought
Where little else remains
The dirt will hold our memories
And the stones will bear our names
