Written by: even flow

If I could only say,
in these words that trip and fall,
the sadness in my actions,
the shame my stumbling love
and that there are so many times
that my knowing can recall
where my fear that got the better
caused your drawing in, away.

For my part I'll take them back,
these loose, dividing words,
everything I have put on you
that wasn't yours to own
and If you ask that I go, or come,
I'll understand the question,
to leave you free to really be
without fear from my illusions

In this moment I see myself
a poor and wretched soul
and that you can show kindness still,
tho watchful and aware
is beyond my daring to ask such grace
but I hope you will provide
so that I can repay the full moon
and you can meet me there.