Profession

I'd drop my pen, my sheath, its sword,

I'd even drop the written word

I'll step back from moving forward

If you will only have me.

I've come too far to turn back now

And leve this in the dust

So I try to march in time

Against prevailing gust.

I've dropped my arms, my legs, my heart

I've even dropped my chin

Soo I will have dropped it all

To hold you once again.

Voices, they have told me

Tried and true but thin.

Arms have tried to hold me

But could not keep me within.

Mountains cannot bar my mind

Stones cannot weigh my hands

Trees grow not deeper than my heart

My smile spreads faster than desert sands.

I know, in truth, I'm hard to follow,

I'm hard to stand beside,

I know it seems an endless cavern

The place where my heart resides.

Even in a place so dark

Can something bright abide?

Though in the shadows it may be stark

It swells not with the changing tide.

And so, now, I look to you

For answers on your lips.

I search for finite signals

Upon your fingertips.

I look through all the oceans

And waves within your hair

To the skies, the stars and moon

I take the heavens within my stare.

Before my load is far too heavy

Before I've more than I can bear

I need to know if you'll bear with me

I have to know if you'll be there.

Unsteady though my grounds may be

A temple built on sand blown dune,

I tell you now I need your warmth

Lest the cold make presence soon.

Before the light orb has chance to rise

And the moon moves on its way.

Before the Willow sheds a tear

And fawn moves there below to lay.

Gentle will I ever fight

And Charon will I pay,

Extinguishing eternal light

But now I must know, will you stay.

I'd drop my pen, my sheath, its sword,

I'd even drop the written word

I'll step back from moving forward

If you will only have me.

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