the day lasted longer than the days did then with the moon falling into your heart cracking the firewood we searched for the words through the woods to the dusk never believing you would peacefully part sailing the tide years would go by like the sound of a sigh ears hearing quiet in the dark pictures we knew fraught, afraid, a frisson frozen, frightened for you - hoping, praying, appealing anew the newspaper behold told cold hard facts we didn't know why or what we believed fall / winter apple wood smoke in the sky the detectives used words like carrots on sticks to get who knew what recieved lord hear us sing waiting by the brook with the sounds in the waves for a sound that reminds us of they the sands wash away a little at a time for the dreams that will write us away tackling the thing back to rocky
