a journey of awareness
still, I have to cross a fordwhere I end and you begin.I can't name till I've exploredthat strange land beneath your skin.there are places god has breathedlike dawn's light makes mountains gold,spilled from silhouettes, unsheathed.where you, rapt, tremble to holdsnow-capped peaks against the blue,wider than you now, cool, pale.love, we know not what we do.love, we know we must not fail.
still, I have to cross a ford
ReplyDeletewhere I end and you begin.
I can't name till I've explored
that strange land beneath your skin.
there are places god has breathed
like dawn's light makes mountains gold,
spilled from silhouettes, unsheathed.
where you, rapt, tremble to hold
snow-capped peaks against the blue,
wider than you now, cool, pale.
love, we know not what we do.
love, we know we must not fail.