Here, with the moon, you could even be my love.
I can dream that the space for me is deep.
The leaves are turning gold.
So will we, so will we.
Safe, in my songs, I can heal from our short run.
But if the owl could send these words into
the belly of your heart,
you’d feel them strong and come apart.
You’d send the worries home
and give me back my one.
Surely you’ll allow us our sacred love.
Save me a sight of that wild tree we claimed.
Save me a part of that wild me we made.
That time was in love even though it never told.
Friend, do I forgive?
Can we hold and can we keep, keep your arms
for a moment as I part?
You’ll sign your name in love
though love lives to be said.
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