I could give you my hand
and with it my longing
to rest in your shadow
for eternity


until my grave will be dug
with shaking certain hands
and muscles still aching to grow
stiff by your said


will I listen to your voice
a gentle whisper
the promise of dawn
in your eyes


such is the longing told just
a stone tablet made
a twofold touch is all we need
and each other