I went to the place between my truth and our lies
and laid low
in wait
in hope
that you might reveal to me that part i do not yet know
the undiscovered source of you still held seperate
held in a place where daylight has not caressed
or grasped
or claimed
I wait, with no illusions of the price that must be offered for such entry
willing to wait, if need be, til time no longer is a commodity
and our pain has finally outlived its usefulness
I dream the past and its shackles can be worn away
that love freely given, might also be returned
and i wait, here in the bittersweet,
caught in the place somewhere between fear and what could be
a perfect moment of your soul to mine
if we would just dare to risk
or believe
or fall
