Reflections In A Crystal Wind

If there's a way to say I'm sorry
 Perhaps I'll stay another evening beside your door
 And watch the moon rise inside your window
 Where jewels are falling, and flowers weeping, and strangers laughing
 Because you're grieving that I have gone.
 And if I don't know why I'm going
 Perhaps I'll wait beside the pathway where no-one's coming
 And count the questions I turned away from, or closed my eyes to
 Or had no time for, or passed right over
 Because the answers would shame my pride.
 I've heard them say the word forever
 But I don't know if words have meaning when they are promised
 In fear of losing what can't be borrowed
 Or lent in blindness, or blessed by pageantry, or sold by preachers
 While you're still walking your separate way.
 Sometimes we bind ourselves together
 And seldom know the harm in binding the only feeling that cries for freedom
 And needs unfolding and understanding
 And time for holding a simple mirror
 With one reflection to call your own.
 If there's an end to all our dreaming
 Perhaps I'll go while you're still standing beside your door
 And I'll remember your hands encircling a bowl of moonstones
 A lamp of childhood, a robe of roses
 Because your sorrows were still unborn.