Wandering Hearts
In eyes of wine,
Or rain on a window
Obscures what is mine;
My life, or my story,
Each chapter a start
Each sorrow a purchase
Each time we depart
(The wandering heart)
So tell me the story
with soothing line
Spread wings to fly
– but then decline
Use your words wisely
To hide your heart
Take what you need and tear the
rest apart
Leave the shadows
of what we hide-
Leave it to leak to the other side.
Leave the blame on my doorstep,
In that deep well
it is well kept.
Until a moment that
shines right through
Reminds our plans 
When hearts are true.