You Think My Words Are Ashes

You think my words are ashes crumbling all to nothing under grasping hands, and sure you wonder that the cracking, broken wall around my heart is falling, making pure my fleeting glances near you; wonder now the things I touch and speak are never true, and all I do is love you more and more, I think the stars are like you, raging brews the storm so near the breeze the ocean sends. I seek, and simply give the scars you mend, as water touches earth you stay my wife. I need a bed and morning, not a ring to know the song, you stay and stay my wing.