It means no more to me than that, to take your hand in my hand and turn our backs from the wreck not of our lives but where we have been given to live them. I would not walk alone here, where the dark surrounds, where your face radiates beyond my swollen misgivings and clarifies the mist of my belonging. Stay near that I may hold you lightly else the fear inside tear away what measures I have held against the night. Love's no more than that a straw against the wind that blows us to the ground without submission. Come cast me down 'gainst shore, where sand enfolds us.
Love is like love, a baby like a baby, meaning like memory, light like light.
A journey's a detour and a pocket a charm in which deceits are borne. A cloud is a cloud and a story like a story, song is a song, fury like fury.