Vespertine

you are the dirt road

winding on the long ride home

you are the fire 

melting my bones under blankets of snow

it always stung when you turned away

like a short storm crashing

it always stung when you turned away

come be my forest burning

come be my ashes raining

run through the fields with your lantern

i saw the earth breathing

you are the smoke

taunting the moon with its curious vespers

you are my breath

gasping for light at the top of the stairs

it always stung when you turned away

like a short storm crashing

it always stung when you turned away

yeah