It’s almost midnight
my thoughts went chasing falling stars,
in the long past dark
my eyes are writing hearts
and on a river sailing west
I kept a promise to my friend
I held the words and gave my chest
a longing for your head to rest…

It’s three minutes past
my arms are paddles in the grass
the rain is warm on my back
and I pour sand over my steps,
and in the silence that falls
I read chapters in the Psalms
and my heart tolls strong
without riddles or restrain…