To the scraps and stacks of paper Puppets hanging in the kitchen In an avalanche of wind chimes Oh I need you love... Welcome to my guesses To the questions unremembered In the fragments of my sentences Needs the center of a circle as it flies Like sleep and light and oxygen And your warm arms around me when I cry Oh baby I'll try to find a million ways To tell you all the endless reasons why And the days so swift unfolding Where I have no flipping clue And yet I sound as if I do And the dance of sweet forgiveness To the gift of my intentions And the depth of my commitment I need you through the spirals And the dark nights of my soul The lips the hands the eyes the voice The story that we share as it unfolds Promise me we will always be together And you'll never let me go After all the things we've weathered Whether anything else matters More from Beth Nielsen Chapman