I Will Hold You as Life Lets Go

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Walking by moon's light,
arm in arm with you,
Seeing the sky for the first time tonight,
We'll be okay when all is through.

We no longer trust ourselves,
I can no longer believe the world,
But I trust you and you trust me,
I trust this sky and these trees,
And the stars lighting our way.

Feel this night air and believe in its gentle hold,
It has neither enemy nor friend,
It has only to feel cool on our skin
As it flows where its Father has told.

My love, I know the path is dim,
And you see no one in the watch tower,
It seems you've forever lost sight of Him,
And your chance for escape narrows by the hour.

As you long for the warmth of yesterday,
Cursing yourself for being so weak,
I stand by your side with nothing to say,
And swear I hear your heart miss a few beats.

If I could only have three words, one phrase,
To hold you when all meaning leaves your days,
What would it be?


I am here.


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The Water Vein

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Underground water flows
underneath tall pines,
within sight of the cherry blossoms,
speaking with rocks as it winds
around saplings who wish to grow.

It freely flows under warm human dwellings
where it hears the laughter of warm children,
with no care or trouble in the world.

The cool, clear water sloshes and splashes
against night black stone walls,
while ten feet above farmers build clay red walls
to hold their dirt.

The translucent stream rises above the ground
in a few places where the toads will play and
the children will drink,
those who know where the best water is found.

Suddenly the water sinks lower and deeper
into a narrow and lonely crevice
where it finally sees its reflection on the damp ceiling,
and starts asking

have I truly lived,

or did I watch

while others did?

Slowly the water trickled into the sea,
Almost as if it were never here.

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