By this Lake Too Tired To Sleep

The wind moves across my skin,
By this Lake is too tired to speak.
The fires burns bright for now,
The new year begins its quiet creep.
My darling sleeps alone tonight,
Leaving me a stranger to my sheets.
I am the unquiet heart of her,
Where her prayers and her confusion meet.
The night is no longer a friend to me,
The Moon sighs to watch me stumble.
Mine was a terrible, foolish kind of love,
And it's absence left me wise and humble.
The riddles that we are to each other,
Like books so archaic and obsolete.
The burdens we're too afraid to bear,
The secrets we never managed to keep.
My wisdom sinks into her depths
Like a quiet little stone.
She's in the starlight, she's in the winter,
In every shadow in my secret home.
I loved her, so impatiently,
Now patiently I have to wait
For her to say those words again,
And end her silent debate.
Let's agree that we were foolish,
Let's admit that we were wrong.
We love each other in ways that still,
Pull us together and move us along.
Every night you think of me,
I feel it, dear, even in my sleep.
You are the words I search for.
You are the religion I long to preach.
I'm sorry that I got it backwards,
I never noticed when you got afraid.
I should have told you everyday,
You're every poem I've ever made.
I'm every twitch of your curtains,
Every pirouette in every little breeze.
Read these words I write every night,
Don' t make me live on my knees,
But you don't seem to hear me now,
This shuddering truth I speak.
Why do you make us wander thus?
There are no shelters for us to seek.
There are no answers left above.
There is only love. There is only love.