A Promise To Love (rough mix)

 

The sun's coming up

Rosy-fingered

I put flowers in water

And wipe down the dust

These cumbersome words

Have never been spoken

Folded on paper

No tip for my tongue

A promise to love

 

Play it again

That swift-footed dancer

Who moves like she’s weightless

The wings of a bird

Nobody knows

She’s spinning on daggers

It tears her asunder

It fits like a glove

A promise to love

 

Changing

To be a colour

That’s fading

To be soft

To be roseate

Not over yet

Still burning red

 

A ribbon of light

A line in the hallway

A voice in the doorway

Tells me to come

A promise to love