Was it the sun fallen unseen
Or the moon held high
Or the sacred time in between?
Was it sound of your voice
Or when your hand found mine
Or some other choice?
Was it the chill of the night
Or the warmth of ourselves
That kept us so tight?
Did the stars smile above
Or something only felt
Thatgave us our dove?
Was it the the rise of your breast
Or the beating of your heart
That lulled me to rest?
Did something more stand guard
Keeping us never apart
To let us never discard?
No matter the fact
The faith or the find
Or how the odds were stacked.
We both understand what was meant
To have been, to come again
And what we've been sent.
Sun Aug 30, 2009 1:53 pm
