It is in the moments between that I return to you.
Alive in the honesty of silence is my desire for all of you.
The purity of my adoration is marred by history's scars
which serve to remind me that I still long
for that part of you which will remain
unknown to me.
While snow falls delicately onto ancient earth,
while the sun prepares for its entrance into day,
while I take solace in the absence of noise --
these are the moments between.
When I stop searching for that
which has been with me all along
and quietly know you.
Alive in the honesty of silence is my desire for all of you.
The purity of my adoration is marred by history's scars
which serve to remind me that I still long
for that part of you which will remain
unknown to me.
While snow falls delicately onto ancient earth,
while the sun prepares for its entrance into day,
while I take solace in the absence of noise --
these are the moments between.
When I stop searching for that
which has been with me all along
and quietly know you.