My Mobile Heart

A thousand miles or a few
you carry my heart with you
I want to be with you
wherever you breathe
Time grows heavy and still
passing away from you
Tides murmur the sound
of long restless seas

Lord, if you would
construct a storm
to move the world
like a globe of snow

shaken by a child

rearrange north south
east and west
make every path
bring her home

make fewer the miles

Just let me see


brought her home