i've stood this bus stop many times,
and many more in winter grey,
always on my way to yours.
in my ears repeating,
resonating slow pulse rhythms,
a parade for all my fallen friends.
i see the parting of cloudy mists,
and a million more before,
i feel your warmth and presence nearing,
the right direction home.
"i don't know why,
i honestly don't,
but i really need to see you now."
i pull to you and pull to you,
and you cast us into midnight,
beneath the blankets and beneath the waves,
so that tomorrow's sun will rise.