Night—you come and steal me from the evening
Slow—I barely feel your vapored breath
Kiss—something passionate and urgent
Like a matter of life or death

Hope—the only reason for tomorrow
Love—a fiction feeding me your line
Tears—the wages paid in full by dreamers
Pathways too familiar for a sign 
                   
I know you feel me in the shadow
Like a bird in rain before the warmth of dawn
No one could be further from love’s arrow
Than I am and I am left here waiting for the sun

Blessed—a word that you once called me
Blind—I half-stumble through the dark
Freedom—what greater coldness can be offered
Like a winter that leaves its sterile mark

I know you feel me in the shadow
Like a bird in rain before the warmth of dawn
No one could be further from love’s arrow
Than I am and I am left here waiting for the sun