evoke

a dozen words to describe this, drifting free upon the seas
tugging a rhythm that's a vision alone on the shore
your littlest emotions like tremors, turn to feeling quakes
and the smallest moments bring us to days of lore

this unmistakable voice that i have come to know so well
rouses me from a slumber like never slept before
the devil's ransom paid and the angels triumphant again
color perceptions swirl black from white no more

in the streak i was reading too much and losing my head
at your tree i asked for a branch to prise the door
upon your lap my head and my worries in a pile outside
chanced fate, faith in love and a promise we bore