Those long nights and all the fights
The fleeting glimpses, that stormy tide
What moved me I cannot explain
But now I deal with all that old pain
Should I have stayed subtle, stayed quiet?
Hidden in plain sight like I always had before
Because exquisitely destructive though it was;
All that love still belonged to me
Should I have left those unanswered prayers alone?
Not created stories in my head
But let life play along its own tune whilst
All that love still belonged to me
Should I have ignored the hand of all that glory?
Beautiful and filling the air all around me
Let make believe be that cosmic reality so that
All that love still belonged to me
But maybe your life was running me;
Like the rivers sprouting green
Like that beautifully germinating seed
Like the child growing within a belly-
And maybe that would have been all I had ever lived with-
Not this unsteady race across the continents inside me
But all that trust was never just
A joke; but a film playing inside my head
And now those things seem so strange again
Because everything has been said.
