It Was You In the Morning

It was you in the morning, soft in the pillows
With the sound of the bed frame and the weight of your arms
Now I'm flying over Iowa and nothing is certain
But the droning of engines and this patchwork of farms
I am headlong toward the sunset and you are rolling onto night
Captain said we're cleared for landing, it's all right
The words of this letter, and this slow descent
Are another way to love

When we walked through your city we were practically strangers
And I held my coat around to keep from reaching for your hand
But we walked on past that border, walked down to the river
Sifting through the gravel where the water touched the land
You said your heart's been torn apart and your life has come undone
And the kind of love you've known you wouldn't wish on anyone
But this broken blue glass bottle, this tiny heart shaped stone
Are another way to love you

I might have made you up, built you from hardwoods
Sanded smooth your perfect arms and legs
Gave you a backbone of piano keys
I built you strong enough to carry me
High above this spinning planet and these rolling midwest farms
Through the falling darkness, touch me softly down
Lights along the runway, last light in the sky
Are another way to love

©1998 Annie Gallup