Time and Place
It isn’t like I wait for you,
and wonder where you’ve gone.
It isn’t like the night will come,
just before the dawn.
I see the way it whispers,
and then you hold on tight.
The fear that sits inside of you,
choking with such might.
I see the way, all a sudden,
you have become withdrawn.
I want to say the pain will pass;
just breathe, let time go on.
I know that does not help,
to get you through the night,
I cannot say,
it will be all right,
baby, you know you need to fight,
don’t let this be a goodnight kiss,
if only I could show you–you shine so bright,
in my house you’re the skylight,
please don’t think about midnight,
. . . with moonlight,
just sunlight, baby,
. . . twinkling across the lawn.