Grace

Thoughts of you flood my mind
Trace my bones
Like a stream carving paths
Never seen

We are drifting through our shadows
Caught in a land we borrowed
But I'm with you in this question
All I know is I will love you
I will love you

What am I?
Not quite playwright, not quite player
Time bleeds colour inked with love-marbled pain
Undress my ego; feel my skin beat
Know my scars are threads now untied
Sew a canvas for our boat, dear
Let the wind come gently sail us
Gently sail us, gently sail us

Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
But never leave my side
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
But never leave my side
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
But never leave my side
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
But never leave my side