falling true.
Every time a new day arrives, I am reminded to see morning in your eyes, or at least a glimpse of it. And you need not say anything, dear. It's enough, this quiet skyline in my mind, where emblems of gratitude rise with the sun, bathed in ever so gracious love.
I look into your eyes with a swelling smile, but right then and there, I'm off tracing a new line in their reflection of the morning light-- a different line. You are here under this sun, yet you are not. You turn towards the vast open sky bearing the new day. In your sigh, the moment expands and I feel you heart somehow clinging to the grass with all its might.
Your eyes are roaming the young October sky, but your mind is somewhere on some downhill road. Your eyes come back to meet mine, and it's stronger this time, but I feel your smile barely reaching out for the surface. I know, dearest. It's okay. And you read it in my gaze-- I've just thrown away the words in my chest, making room only for what you are to say. You believed I'd understand the pain, you tell me, and I did. I hear that and smile in relief, for I too believed, you'd stay to work out bemusing tales, emerging in daylight, into dreams impossible to forsake.
You are not lonely, dear twilight dreamer, in this formidable place. Solemn cries reach for you, and me too. Seldom they're one and the same. This feeling in your bones, with its pain and bliss, mean so much more than you think.
You know that it tells you what to do, that ringing dream so close, whether or not to hold it true. And even though I see it in your eyes, and hear it beneath the silence that holds us-- a weight longing to transform itself, dying to see the light. Even though I long to sail in your mind, this very moment, I'll sleep by the borders till you open the gate. I will stay right here, faithful in signs, the motions of my calm breaths cultivating hope in all that I don't know.
You speak of a feeling so strange-- It is the unsettling notion of being different and sometimes alone, dragging through the alleys of every day an inscrutable dream. It is the inexplicable preciousness of the blessings that fall in your lap, showering you in overwhelming grace, grace that swells and bursts through the borders of your earthly confines. It is the pain of being drenched in overflowing light. It's the urge to be something more to be deserving of unconditional love. And oh the mind with its unending plans for an escape to the other side evergreen-- some place where we’d set off and grow wings in an instant, wings that are infinite, and we wouldn't have to come back diving into the ground again, or so we think.
But here we are again, this very moment; we are seeds fallen to the ground, made of hope, bathed in sun and grown of love, yet clueless about fate.
And so I'll stay close and sing you a love song colored in blue. I'll say "I accept you" a million times and go on to tell you that some mornings find me shackled in thoughts, too.
Some mornings I'm thinking too, unsure and afraid. For a moment, I'm washed away in the blissful rain turned sea. And I'm fighting the waves, arms moving every which way. If only I knew, then, that my hands made the waves I fought, that it was not a sea I'm, but a soundless lake, if I knew that if I let go the haste, and left myself to float, I would find a breath of air and a million more.
Does a love like this ever really exist? Will I ever deserve this magical bliss? And will it sustain?
I am drowned in thought and I get the urge to push it all away. Years ago, I suffocated under that weight, with nothing to say, with nothing to do push the guilt-laced love away, but it was unthinkable, too.
Maybe there will come days, when we will have to tame the love in our little hearts. There will come days when words will take away more than they say. We will choose the silence that we know, for it encompasses, then, all that there is to say.
And now there’s nothing more true-- I love the whole of you.
And even though we’re falling again, it’s a relief; we are falling true. We rest to build wings to gracefully land where we belong. We rest in humanness, we rest in truths—me with unanswered questions, and you with too many answers tracing a path to their home.
We rest in the light of God’s plan; it’s where I find you whole, and you me. It is where I look you in the eye and know that this moment is forever and that you are indeed real. It’s where we are blessed and deserving is not a word.
We will rest where love is the only reason. And we need not be anything more.
We will rest where there was never a reason to doubt.
I look into your eyes with a swelling smile, but right then and there, I'm off tracing a new line in their reflection of the morning light-- a different line. You are here under this sun, yet you are not. You turn towards the vast open sky bearing the new day. In your sigh, the moment expands and I feel you heart somehow clinging to the grass with all its might.
Your eyes are roaming the young October sky, but your mind is somewhere on some downhill road. Your eyes come back to meet mine, and it's stronger this time, but I feel your smile barely reaching out for the surface. I know, dearest. It's okay. And you read it in my gaze-- I've just thrown away the words in my chest, making room only for what you are to say. You believed I'd understand the pain, you tell me, and I did. I hear that and smile in relief, for I too believed, you'd stay to work out bemusing tales, emerging in daylight, into dreams impossible to forsake.
You are not lonely, dear twilight dreamer, in this formidable place. Solemn cries reach for you, and me too. Seldom they're one and the same. This feeling in your bones, with its pain and bliss, mean so much more than you think.
You know that it tells you what to do, that ringing dream so close, whether or not to hold it true. And even though I see it in your eyes, and hear it beneath the silence that holds us-- a weight longing to transform itself, dying to see the light. Even though I long to sail in your mind, this very moment, I'll sleep by the borders till you open the gate. I will stay right here, faithful in signs, the motions of my calm breaths cultivating hope in all that I don't know.
You speak of a feeling so strange-- It is the unsettling notion of being different and sometimes alone, dragging through the alleys of every day an inscrutable dream. It is the inexplicable preciousness of the blessings that fall in your lap, showering you in overwhelming grace, grace that swells and bursts through the borders of your earthly confines. It is the pain of being drenched in overflowing light. It's the urge to be something more to be deserving of unconditional love. And oh the mind with its unending plans for an escape to the other side evergreen-- some place where we’d set off and grow wings in an instant, wings that are infinite, and we wouldn't have to come back diving into the ground again, or so we think.
But here we are again, this very moment; we are seeds fallen to the ground, made of hope, bathed in sun and grown of love, yet clueless about fate.
And so I'll stay close and sing you a love song colored in blue. I'll say "I accept you" a million times and go on to tell you that some mornings find me shackled in thoughts, too.
Some mornings I'm thinking too, unsure and afraid. For a moment, I'm washed away in the blissful rain turned sea. And I'm fighting the waves, arms moving every which way. If only I knew, then, that my hands made the waves I fought, that it was not a sea I'm, but a soundless lake, if I knew that if I let go the haste, and left myself to float, I would find a breath of air and a million more.
Does a love like this ever really exist? Will I ever deserve this magical bliss? And will it sustain?
I am drowned in thought and I get the urge to push it all away. Years ago, I suffocated under that weight, with nothing to say, with nothing to do push the guilt-laced love away, but it was unthinkable, too.
Maybe there will come days, when we will have to tame the love in our little hearts. There will come days when words will take away more than they say. We will choose the silence that we know, for it encompasses, then, all that there is to say.
And now there’s nothing more true-- I love the whole of you.
And even though we’re falling again, it’s a relief; we are falling true. We rest to build wings to gracefully land where we belong. We rest in humanness, we rest in truths—me with unanswered questions, and you with too many answers tracing a path to their home.
We rest in the light of God’s plan; it’s where I find you whole, and you me. It is where I look you in the eye and know that this moment is forever and that you are indeed real. It’s where we are blessed and deserving is not a word.
We will rest where love is the only reason. And we need not be anything more.
We will rest where there was never a reason to doubt.
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