Standing on the Stairs

I was standing on the stairs
In the middle of the night
The wind was filled with silver
The moon was out of sight

And maybe I was waiting
Tho’ I knew you would not come
The night was soft as ashes
That a moth leaves on your thumb

I might have seen your shadow
A movement in the air
The wind was filled with silver
And it took me everywhere

I waited all the morning
And half the evening too
And even now I wonder
If I walked away too soon

Your beauty traveled through me
Like a thread goes through a bead
And when it frayed and parted
I floated like a seed

If we ever meet again
If we remember this
I pray our lives have deepened
Away from bitterness

They say it’s all been written
At least that’s what I heard
You read the life you’re living
But you cannot change a word

Your beauty traveled through me
Like a thread goes through a bead
And when it frayed and parted
I floated like a seed

I was standing on the stairs
In the middle of the night
The wind was filled with silver
The moon was out of sight