I won't call
I won't cry
But you already know
That's a bold - faced lie
Your eyes bring me back
To the place I call home
Where everything can be fixed
Do you know what I mean
Can't you see the words are real
When my soul collapses at your touch
Love is the only certainty I feel
But I don't dare admit
Not a word can be breathed
Fear fills me overflowingly
Scared shitless on my own
For our fate dictates things
Beyond our control is the decision
That could **** me or give me wings

All these words can mean well but they can never say it plain
For all the things I want to express would paint me insane
Simple phrases could be the key
So I admit I truly love you
And deeply hope you do not flee

celtic mystics found "thin places"
between the worlds
where insight and rescue live

each of us pass near such places
when hearts hurt, when needs are great
when that thin place opens a wee while

then we remember we are not alone
are given life again, are healed
are overflowingly filled with light

sometimes it is the air that is thin
in such thin air others reach to touch us
again with love

so promises are kept
so hope is shared