Promise Me the Day

Like crows on a wire, we will sit and watch on…
Gazing over jointed moments long gone…
The skyline will break, but never to fade away…
Say that you love me, and promise the day.

Remember November, and the fresh, cooling rains…
Under my moon I saw you, shining light through your pain.
Though it all tends to pass, passion is my shade…
We will wait on the peak, where the minutes forbade.

You can run to the hills on my pendulous skin…
We will draw pictures in clouds of little sallow men…
They sent memoirs of home, where all once began…
And when the night swiftly falls, we will do it again.

Like snakes on a vine, we can coil together…
Shedding our shabby shells forever…
The skyline will crack, but never break away…
Tell me you love me, and promise the day.