Measures

Advances of a kind I'm uncertain in a past tense
I could bend to my yearning a disquiet
And it's you I'm unlearning
There's a landslip, so silently burdening

Hard to keep my all laid bare
When I desist my cares
You're fencing off out there
You spin me off in doubt
You take the words right out
I'll find my own way out

My moonless night, your softer side
I beg your stare all through the night
My moonless light, your face so white
I beg your stare until daylight