Forest lands
And untold plans
Hand over hand in the darkness.
Following scents and sounds
On this fickle ground
As soft as your vaporous presence.
I have to wonder
Where this path might lead,
The silence leaves me too much time to think.
The darkness brings me to my knees,
Time and again
Hand over hand
I get back up,
Get back to trusting.
I hope you know what you're doing,
This time.
Time and again,
Hand over hand,
I hope
You know what you're doing.
(I can only hope)
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 6:28 PM UTC
Forest lands
And untold plans
Hand over hand in the darkness.
Following scents and sounds
On this fickle ground
As soft as your vaporous presence.
I have to wonder
Where this path might lead,
The silence leaves me too much time to think.
The darkness brings me to my knees,
Time and again
Hand over hand
I get back up,
Get back to trusting.
I hope you know what you're doing,
This time.
Time and again,
Hand over hand,
I hope
You know what you're doing.
(I can only hope)
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