How is it that you know
Every time and place and space
Where I wander near or far
When I long to see your face
How is it that you know
All the things to say or not
Whether silences or smiles
When I take to talk a lot
How is it that you know
All the things I long to do
The very yearnings of my soul
The restlessness to soothe
How is it that you know
How to prod my weary heart
How to make my mind conspire
Right back to the very start
How is it that you know
The inner caverns of my soul
How you navigate them effortlessly
And nod at things untold
How is it that you know
All the weapons you can wield
To make a minor mark of mine
Bleed out on potter’s field
How is it that you know
What I don’t about myself
And tell me like the weather
That I’ve been left upon the shelf
How is it that you know
How to avoid all this and such
And keep it to your chest
And never reveal much
How is it that you know
All of this and more of love
Is it that you are born of same
As I and told of things above?
