Between the nightlight and the star
There are no words to say how far.
You spin your orbit carelessly,
Will you come back home to me?
Between my ceiling and the sky
So many things I've never tried.
I cross the T's and dot the I's,
I don't really know quite why.
Between the candle and the sun
You feel its heat and then you run.
Does your faith come easily?
Or do you fight for what you see?
Between the thought and spoken word
A universe preserved.
Are you there?
Between the twilight and the night
A last moment of pure light.
The sense of something from beyond
A small snatch of perfect song.
Between the ocean and the void
Little ships that bob like toys.
I'm blown off course by heedless gusts
Brought back home by unsaid trust.
Between the memory and the day
Paint the world in shades of gray.
And yet you gravitate to light
I'm leaving on your old nightlight.
Between the thought and spoken word
A universe preserved.
I am waiting...
I am waiting...