the evening was wet
taking me to the time, we first met
drenched in a fret
‘ll reckon that moment, forever in debt

till the day before friday
and the day before thursday
I lay in wake of the cherished day
inching for a harbor that lay in weigh

bring with you the warm breeze
to wither away, frost and it’s seize
to set ablaze, strata and it’s squeeze
I will be waiting there, down on my knees

with the flourish of a bloom
with the honesty of a groom
with the might of all beginnings new
to the promise of a blithe, me and you