Faithless guest

The pines held court in their robes of smoke,
The ravine kept every word we knew.
Then evening opened its amber throat,
And I gave the unguarded truth to you.

I love you where the sky runs out,
Where sunset lays its weapons down.
Let every star become my mouth:
I choose you now, I choose you now.

Your hair caught fire from the dying west,
As night climbed slowly from stone to stone.
My heart, that old and faithless guest,
Asked for your darkness to be its home.

I love you where the sky runs out,
Where sunset lays its weapons down.
Let every star become my mouth:
I choose you now, I choose you now.

No priest but wind, no bells but wings,
No witness but the lunar snow.
If love is a country without kings,
Take my hand—it’s the way I know.

I love you where the stars lean down,
Where silence wears a silver crown.
Let all the mountains hear me now:
I choose you still, I choose you now.