He can tell you where the circle breaks-
I know him; he is truth.
He holds the reasons for these summer storms
that will not leave
and kisses harder than the thunder
that has shaken me before...
Now the stars have fallen with his words
to shame my quiet tongue...
the distance breaks me
and I whisper my confession,
certain he can hear me
through the silence
or the chaos
that separates our lips-
though I hold no expectations
for a promise he might answer with...
He can tell you where I'm broken-
He knows me; my truth
is not so beautiful...
