MY ABSENCE WOULD MAKE YOU WISE
If my absence would make you wise
No eyes would ever look your way
If all our stories were told in history books
All hearts would wander each to each
Our spirits were free from mortal mesh
And the love was set in hearts of flesh
Your aching heart yearns to meet
And somehow the cycle was not complete
But how do stones grow?
For it lives uncovered and no one knows
And all the secret powers they have
Were all knowledge that you made
Thrilling and faint until
these stones turned and turned
sweetly nurtured by you
But you seek not
Why these stones are like you
They just lie there
cold and lifeless
For if you must love
Follow not the stone but the heart
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give
