nonbeleiver

 

I wish I knew

If you’ve been washed by storms

Perhaps moved by the wind

Or what your watchful eyes where seeing

 

Have you given thought

To the touch of my hand

Or found yourself ashamed

Because like so many others

You have burned with the summer

 

When you finally speak

Will you teach me

Of ends and means

 

I will tell you

How through the long hot days

I’ve been waiting for the Fall

 

When asked

Are you a believer

Could you still believe me

If I said that I were not

Anymore