Bring Me the Sky

We spent the morning

by the water, Coffee cooling in our hands,

Talking God and strange beginnings,

Things we still don’t understand.

You said, “Maybe we don’t solve it,

Maybe some things get to shine.”

Then two old souls

crossed the water, Pulling oars in perfect time.

And all day long

The world kept getting quiet,

Every time I found you there.

So bring me the sky,

Bring me the last gold light,

Bring me the blue where the evening

Leans into night.

You don’t have to move the heavens,

You don’t have to tell me why.

If you see something beautiful

And think of me,

Baby, bring me the sky.

There were weights

and tired muscles,

Cool water washing off the day,

A little hand we couldn’t hold yet,

Still somehow meeting halfway.

There was “you”

without a question, There was silence saying more,

There was sunlight through the window,

And a heart beside the door.

We don’t need

Every mystery answered

Just to know

when something’s there.

Maybe love is not the thunder,

Maybe home is something small,

A photograph at seven percent,

Because you thought of me at all.

Maybe years from now we’ll open

Some old scrapbook, you and I,

And find a Friday pressed between the pages,

Still holding all that light.

Bring me the sky,

I’ll bring you all of mine,

Every strange unfinished question,

Every spark I find.

We don’t have to own tomorrow,

We just have to choose tonight.

When you find something beautiful,

I’ll meet you there,

Somewhere underneath the sky.

You brought me the sky.

I knew exactly why.

You.

Period. (mmm)