This Night Without You

This night without you words could go wrong when a long silence cuts deep But the tongue must lay in its damp cave, asleep to let the eyes speak the dialect only the weary heart comprehends. Would I hear your homeward footfalls today - your lilting voice poking the embers of the furnace? Deadly is the winter in my soul Where the heat heals only in your arms A foretaste of resurrection morning comes the moment you'd announce, "Love, I'm home!" Wish you'd come with your bamboo flute this drummer boy in my chest to duet Under the sickle moon going down the sea To reap dreams for you and for me.