Aloud in the wind

Inside scribbled journals

among day dreams and love

shines a word like no other

I wrote it for you

to hear in the night

aloud in the wind

striking blows to your days

that you are spending without me

I can wait for years

Until the day

when the fresh paint chips on your door

and the dust covering your windows

stops the sunshine from coming in

On that day

I will say the word I wrote for you 

and your long still heart will beat

at tempos it has not known in years

causing you no other course of action 

but to start back on your way to me.