At Full Height

If he don’t mean it, he won’t say it, and I can tell

If I don’t mean it, I won't say it, and his face fell

But it’s so seldom I believe it – it takes a clear kind of day

Like air so cold it hurts to breathe it

And the colour comes to my face

And I don’t tell my mother, I don't tell my sister

Something so tender I’d rather not speak it

Even when I know it – that he’s mine

Woke up thirsty, lost in memory, coming in swells

And dreams stay with me, long into morning, strange wells

I’ve been free, but I’ve known not freedom – like a kite

It was a glimpse, but I did see him: at full height

And I left it all unspoken and free;

In the coming and the going, knowing not what he means

And I don’t even know him – but he’s mine