Come By Storm

When my eyes survey the tree line

I'll recall a voice

And how I took great care with words

All that was

A picture was

A poem was a poem

Words were trees of brown of gold

You were a place I had come to know

If the dark falls early

Would you come in the night

Would you come with the morning

Come by fire or come by storm

When my days turn to gold

Turn to gold

And pull to the sky

To the sky

I'll recall the time

I was more alive

When I lose myself to words

Did I die in your arms

Or did I die alone

When the dark fell on me

Did you come in the night

Did you come with the morning

Come by fire or come by storm