author of music and minstrel of words
insufficient love with which to woo
to which paper saint will you pray?
grand adventure stole you from me

though you will not be my gravest sin
confession stays silent before you
I’m too convoluted, it’s too thick
choking on the words I’ll never say

wait, I’ll touch you in a moment
unless your courage bests me first
your fairest dream became my enemy
when eyes opened to faith decayed