For words not said
Shall grow about us
Whether the world
Should listen or turn away

Tonight drags me down
To the safe, realm of sleep
Yet the heart hungers still
For the last, sweet, gasp of air

So with my last thoughts
I hurl words I need you hear,
Just as your eyelids close
As the wolves howl for spring

Come day release me from sleep
That I may know a heart is waiting
To give all of its sweetness
To the one I call my own

For the hours shall rush by
Like the raging tides
That flood inland
Then disappear back to sea