Arms of You

What, I ask, comes after the flood?

Do we drift, or do we drown?

As ripples become waves, and

Threads become ropes

And we find ourselves ashore

Where we never were

Let me keep your silence

And you can keep my words

I've far too many beyond repair.

And I will watch the sun

Of your eyes changing colour

Brown at dusk, black at night

Rest against its white

Till I drown, in the ocean of hair

Where I sang in the cold

And the fog were my words

The night was blind to all

And the lights were dead

It was there, I found a safe place

In the arms of you.