Will 'O the Wisp

Among the sighs of stirring leaves,
The cloak of evening stillness shed,
A phantom light that turns and weaves
Descends upon the path ahead.
And all my faith resides
In that distant flame.
My joy, my grief, my life
Is a spirit’s game.
With one whisper, you draw me
Into the dark of night.
And I know
That I’ve lost my passage home.
But one breath, and I’m falling
Into your light,
And I find myself alone.
Now with each dream of breaking free,
I feel it vanish like a wave.
But every tide will reach the sea,
And every sorrow find its grave.
So I can’t help but come
When you call my name.
My hope, my fears, are one
In your spirit game.
With one whisper, you draw me
Into the dark of night.
And I know
That I’ve lost my passage home.
But one breath, and I’m falling
Into your light,
And I find myself alone.
This soul of changing fire —
O, seer of whole desire,
I long to know what you know.
Into the deepest hollow
Or over the mounts to follow,
I’ll go wherever you go.
With one whisper, you draw me
Into the dark of night.
And I know
That I’ve lost my passage home.
But one breath, and I’m falling
Into your light,
And I find myself alone