And when we kiss it is not always for
desire; but need to close the circle
formed of space and time, and need to
touch together splendor far too great
for hand to reach and word to speak.
For what we feel is older than the
light and has not failed to bloom
from life to life. We are one soul
confined to different dreams, one
heart painted as two pictures in this
land of solid mists.
Let us flow this river hand in hand
and wallow like two children in the
shallow waters of its fleeting foam.
No joy shall we ignore, no laughter
held behind the wall of doubt and fear.
And we will sing songs born from silences
too deep for heart to mold with melody of
outward tune.
And when you move from present sight, I
will not mourn the dream dancing in the
winds of faded time, for I will feel your
love, your light, your gentle hand upon
my soul. No. I will rejoice each day,
each hour. I will walk the earth in peace
and sing my song until that day when voice
shall fail and sound shall cease. I will
stand once more upon the golden hill and
call your name and watch, and wait, until
I see your light appear within the void.
And I will come to you. And we shall dance
into the emptiness....