Steps

Like a dream that dies when the eyes awake,

why does my heart say you'll fade away?

As I spend my nights and days with you in mind,

does your dawn ever find me there,

somewhere in the corners of your mind?

If a wandering breeze, on a dew-drenched night,

should cross your path and stir the air,

would you wonder whose heart, 

in a distant land,

is whispering your name somewhere?

Among the idle pictures

sleeping in your phone,

will my face grow faint and fade,

will even my image be gone?

Will you ever think of me,

if only for a while,

and find me a little place beneath your moon,

a corner lit by your smile?

At the day's last song,

your melody flows through mine.

Does the sorrow along your road

ever call for me sometimes?

I lose myself in little things,

in the stories where you dwell.

You remain, awake by name,

in the birdsong's morning spell.

I sink into your restless sea,

deeper, deeper, out of view,

through the folded days of yesterday,

through all I've felt for you.

You remain,

a plea that trembles in my tears.

I return, again, again,

a wave that finds your shore,

then disappears.

Tell me,

in some quiet corner of your heart,

why does her name still stir a tremor,

why won't that echo depart?

Come,

let us bathe beneath the moon,

let the silver night wash over us.

Come,

let us call the rain,

hand in hand,

and walk where the clouds are one.

Let us leave our stories

along the road we roam,

step by step,

step by step,

until the road itself feels like home.