You Sing to Me

Now you know why I talk

Of the sands that washed away

Many castles of many lives

Tender, sometimes fierce

Sometimes, I think,

You too understand

That heaven rolled up, is not heaven

You sing to me like the wind in the pines.

On grey days, as we

Speed past, swaying lilac tassels in the wind

I hold on to every fragment

Every dream of an abandoned space.

When I tire,

I simply go back to those sounds

You sing to me like the wind in the pines.

Wait for me at the solstice bend,

Seasons will shed their wings

And feathers will rain down.

But only if you wait.

Only if I come.

Wait till the equinox and

Sing to me like the wind in the pines.