Eyes closed, the first thing I know is the smell
Of the ocean waves
Battering against the hillside cliffs,
That blend their way into a grassy plain.
And all these smells I know.
The waves I hear,
Crashing into caves
To make the thunder come without a storm.
The wind passing so softly
That it whispers where it’s been.
And all these sounds I know.
But I open my eyes, and the first thing I know
Is the vastness of these waters.
Two paths, a high road and a low,
Along the cliffs that stretch the coast.
And the hawks eyeing rabbits on the plain.
And all these sights I know.
Then what comes into focus just before me,
To interrupt this time of solitude?
A brother, yet myself, and his dear love.
They laugh, they smile, they kiss,
And beckon me to join them, as my brother says
"You are my brother and my father, for you made me,
Though you study in your loneliness.
This love you see...You can know what joy this is!
You can know the love we have..."
But all these sights and sounds I did not know.
Of what this brother spoke I could not hold.
And while they held each other tight,
I made my way to find myself alone.
Yet everywhere I walked they followed close,
And pleaded for the sake of love,
Until with tears I pushed them back upon the edge
Of all these cliffs that I traversed.
The action followed...that I did not know to do.
They laid on stones above the waves,
And I began to walk away, the absence tearing at my soul.
The pain wrenching tears out from my eyes,
Until no longer could I keep my half away.
And in that space my brother came again,
And brought with him a love I did not know.
As two in one I learned to live and love,
And as I woke, the first thing that I knew
Was the feel of the tears on my cheek,
The smile that slowly opened on my face,
The feeling of a heart complete.
And all these things, right then, I knew.