when I wasn’t able
to cup the song before it ended,
while my heart was dying
to the memories it once had known.
into the dark womb of dependence
upon your promises yet to be made.
But I don’t need your heart
that is torn between two eternities.
I don’t need your love
that is still grieving over a song
so long forgotten.
I need your heart
and its poetry of devotion,
desire and possession.
I need you and your liberty
from the pain of the past
and the singing that didn’t last.
Beyond the limits of my fleeting years
I need you to dream
some new dreams with me
and measure how far
heaven really could go.
And when I have all of your heart
to fly away with mine,
how much more I will need you-
you will never know.