run:

I want to run over you, 

like the rain over sun baked earth.

To taste your warmth.

Ever lost in the tangle.

All vine and thorn.

Oh I loved you well.

As the spring loves rain.

As the flowers love the sun.

Lead us not beyond the horizon.

Through the roads of glass and bone.

I found comfort in your crooked smile.

Under the great umbrella of your name.