There they are again, bearing flowers

setting up beneath my window

asking for me to play

when whimsy will not move me

busy climbing my own mountain

and looking for something farther away

 

Where there is love, there is a road

 

The moment is too alive

it’s hot breath on my neck

and the air is thinner up here and

I am too dizzy with possibilities

to methodically entrap myself

In foolishness 

 

Where there is love, there is a road

 

For now, catalog your regrets

find some salve for your soul

I will be working in the night 

when my voice is strong

when we can be daring together

maybe then, we can birth new fire

 

Where there is love, there is a road