No Answers

There are no answers in these pages

Endless lines where we wait

And our hands plow the furrows

Sketching lines on our face

And I long for you

Down roads they’d walk me through

But I have grown tired, tired of endless guessing

My love, I look for you

There are no answers in these pages

Only lines where we wait

And I stuff my ears to listen

Close my eyes to your gaze

Do I cast my lots with all

All I have known?

Do I refuse the call

That brings me back home?

And I’ve tossed and turned upon these questions

I’ve piled like stones to throw

I raise my arm, you raise the invitation

To be loved is to know