in the space to hold
a story ~
the mystery of days
and for a precious few ~
the rhyme of nights
where tablets laid
of whitest pearl
are reflecting now our sun ~
stones to walk
across the bliss of life

in the dream
we had forgotten ~
where living lies awake
for another day ~
another slumber come
denied the rush to losing
let us sit awhile
with love ~
and worry not what others
might have said

in the silence
where the song is felt
pressed against our music ~
a timid drum
eternally shall keep
in quiet let us listen
to the echo (is our soul)
the welcome home
as always known
(is knowing us again)

in the sigh
released by evermore ~
a name we dare not
mention ~
confession of the best
of all we are
to that which is
(without a place)
would fill us up with longing ~
and find us (when)
the world is fast
asleep

in the one
that is ~
our in between
of breathing and out ~
the truth we wear
needs never proof to be
the light is still
a door unlocked ~
prayers awaiting answer

~ forever
not so far away
we are