Apr 2, 1987
I wonder how they met,
What magic thread drew them together
In ever-tightening stitches
Till their fabrics began to mesh.
I wonder how they knew
This was the One inside whose head –
And heart – they’d find themselves.
Peculiar pulsing rhythms
Unheard by strangers’ ears,
Or need that flows from deep recess
Of silent hearts?
Dancing in the stillness of the night
To music ringing in my soul;
As yet unheard, my secret name
Calls out to other’s honest places:
Claim me, find me, take me home.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 8:02 PM UTC
Apr 2, 1987
I wonder how they met,
What magic thread drew them together
In ever-tightening stitches
Till their fabrics began to mesh.
I wonder how they knew
This was the One inside whose head –
And heart – they’d find themselves.
Peculiar pulsing rhythms
Unheard by strangers’ ears,
Or need that flows from deep recess
Of silent hearts?
Dancing in the stillness of the night
To music ringing in my soul;
As yet unheard, my secret name
Calls out to other’s honest places:
Claim me, find me, take me home.
