The distance... Like a wave caught between its subtle motion And it's breaking end Comes at me like a long lost friend Laughing at me For some silliness I had done. Someone once said... That the difference between a boy and a man Was a few thousand uncried tears Well, I've become a man Torn in that glorious revelry Reborn in the remnants of a once-hallowed past. I love... With such passion as to temper hardened steel With such strength as to turn diamonds into powder With such tenderness to guide the softest feather to the ground. Love can scream or whisper... It can open wounds or comfort... It can be the lightest touch or the punch that knocks you down. Love is allowance. Like a great canvas upon which we paint our own experience Like the air that does not fight our inhalation. We honor her with the exhalation that gives us song With the moments that pass us from beyond the horizon. With our own end when the time comes. So use the torrid storm As a means to see the beauty all around For nothing highlights the flower like the stone Nothing gives importance to a single sip of water like dire thirst. See the break in the dark clouds? That's where the Sun bursts through. So, I say to you my Beloved... Hold me firm as you let me go Take me in as you watch me walk through the door And never utter a prayer without remaining silent. See me in the underlids of your eyes In the places where your soul plays to no one but itself. I will see you there I may touch you or watch you from a distance. Distance where the wave is caught between its subtlety And the rough surf of its demise Where everything is created and destroyed in an instant And where we might dance the tide to home.
