It has been a while in time
-—However not out of reach
I was trying to climb highs
-—I’d dared not before dream
The whisper that followed
-—My every step into more sorrow
Softening with thy gentle hum
-—The less of the hollow I become
Not in view but within my range
-—I’ve settled a life within a place
Stiller, the quieter, the strange
-—A hymn has me filled my gaze
Covering the eyes, I have them closed
-—For it’s in the heartbeat, ye old drum
The beat swung with wings that started to sing
—I thought I recognized the song
Laying still, bathed, I bask in your suns
—-I absorb thy lights and the winds blow in my back
All so I can let them move me as one
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
It has been a while in time
-—However not out of reach
I was trying to climb highs
-—I’d dared not before dream
The whisper that followed
-—My every step into more sorrow
Softening with thy gentle hum
-—The less of the hollow I become
Not in view but within my range
-—I’ve settled a life within a place
Stiller, the quieter, the strange
-—A hymn has me filled my gaze
Covering the eyes, I have them closed
-—For it’s in the heartbeat, ye old drum
The beat swung with wings that started to sing
—I thought I recognized the song
Laying still, bathed, I bask in your suns
—-I absorb thy lights and the winds blow in my back
All so I can let them move me as one
A visit from the nightingale
