Love Wrote it Down

God wrote a story one day

the years had given Him

something to say

and for a while

He cried the ache away

with shaky hands

a trembling voice

with His heart quieted for a moment

He thought about it..

what will it mean if I try and write

to the ones I love

the ones I'm with?

what will it look like when they notice?

will my words be washed in an ocean

will they travel far out to sea

will they fail to find their home

in the ones I made for me?

will they be buried in sand dunes of centuries

will anyone know they are mine?

will it matter,

has it mattered yet

all this time?

His lonely song only ever echoed

back to him;

His words that once painted galaxies now

were small and dim

and quietly love lay dying

it was a last hope

to reach out for someone

somewhere

God wrote it down,

at the end of everything

God wrote it down,

At least love should try to capture

what it is

when no one breathes it in

it dissipates like the dawn mists

yet longs that someone would breathe it in

and breathe it back again.

So love wrote it down

with tears

and sighs

and a fight that dies

He knew, all He had

all He has

had to wait

and wait

and wait

and wait