There are no words
to describe what You were
what there wasn't
what You had
For words were Your first creation
sounds into a void at once brought into being
thoughts of neverending force
shot forth
in the absence of gravity
never to be taken back

I wonder where my words went
they stick in pots of ink
floating, lazy swimmers
shirking precious duty
what do I pay them for
if not to arise and fill my pen

our minds spin off on their own little threads
run away to make their own sense
since I took this blue
I think my picture must be true
but I'll wait to see if it comes
cause the fake gold is my own and it usually knots
About which we love to dream
constructing our own little covers
Turn laughing to see what the Real has brought us
So different
So similar
So perfect and fine in the loveliest ways
what I wove would never have fit me
But You do

So we wait
as humans on the earth
Each step is another into waiting
Every stroke and push
waiting for the next
whether you are sitting still
or racing down the road
We wait
For a time to wait again?
or is it for the The End?
To end all waiting
Does Wait beat like our hearts inside our chest
drip down from spinning lines of DNA
and cry upon the winds of Soul
Painting our Spirits with the background color
as all on the earth do share
In Waiting

Love explodes like little paint tubes
pressurized inside my heart
color shoots
and streaks
across all these walls and chambers
dripping down through all my veins
a rainbow stretched from chest to feet

the strongest hands
have slipped into the place
the grooves and curves
I didn't know was meant for you

this is love
to find my hands are strong
to slip them into place
the grooves and curves
You didn't know was meant for me

to carry
to be held