If moments, like our dreams,
can not be held,
Or found again against a burning sky
And wind-swept days all that between us lie,
Each christened by the sound of old church bells.
I fall the words yet said I never tell
And every twinge of heart I firm deny,
Refute the proof that wells within my eye
With the one truth no sorrow can dispel;
I'll find your eyes in sunset's final breath,
Your voice in songs of sparrows at my sill,
Your gentle beauty running through my art,
With calm assurance know I always will
In every new day find you hidden still
And from you never know one day apart.
