Footsteps in the Sand

Promise me forever,

And I may stay the night,

Promise me this night to last,

And I may be gone before you wake.

I was born to wander with the wind,

I bear the Wanderer’s Cloak,

Promise me forever,

And I may kiss you once again,

Promise me this night to last,

And I will still leave through the door.

The petals of a rose wilt and wither,

Solemn words spoken are brittle as glass,

Our love may be true as true can be,

But I am a rover, born to be free.

I cannot promise my return,

I cannot promise to remain,

Your promises sound so sweet,

Your affection so startlingly genuine

That I could not help but feel the same,

But all the love and passion in my heart

Cannot bind me to this place,

For I am a wanderer,

Born upon the wind,

And promises turn to ash too often,

Strongest vows fragile as a newborn babe,

For you, my heart shall always be,

For you, my spirits will bolster,

Promise me forever,

And I will be gone before morning’s light,

Promise me this night to last,

And I shall be away at the darkest hour,

For you are my light,

And you are my love,

But I wear the cloak I donned,

The worn mantle of travelers’ past,

I am a voyager,

Born to wander the wind.