The same tender voice in your thoughts, I can hear in mine
Repeating claims which dust the wings of time
However much they flow, you will surely always find
Underneath the wings those voices
Are sublime

On the shores of our hearts we walk a similar line
Finding joy in the meeting of the two
Only there do we let go of differences we find
Within the space that separates
Our view

The waters that touch our shores swirl almost the same
As those waters on a hundred other shores
Yet they do not know the name
Of the tender voice we hear in our thoughts
Whispering the same

In our hearts we have a need to hear this tender voice
Repeating claims which lift the wings of time
However much they flow, we find we have no choice
We have to listen to the rhythm
Of their rhyme