Old Love

I want old love, the kind that takes years

To turn to gold, love, burnished and seared

On the high wire, by rain, wind and sun

With the hard times forgiven and done

I want old love, the kind that seeps in

It isn’t cold, love, it’s never brittle or thin

It’s the long kiss, it’s the curl of a sigh

Down a hallway, in the middle of the night

I want old love, the kind that can see

Through the holes, love, that live underneath

All our false cheer, bravado and pride

Through the old fears we carry inside

I want old love, the kind that can say

What it knows, love, and what it learned on the way

In that one voice, familiar and strange

Only old love remembers your name

I want old love, the kind that holds on

When it’s told, love, that all hope is gone

Against all odds, wagers and prayers

To the wall love, to the furthest somewhere

I want old love, the kind that takes years

To turn to gold, love, burnished and seared

On the high wire, by rain, wind and sun

With the hard times forgiven and done