2.21.2003 :::
 
Late winter light
Folds the air, fills my eyes.
There, against the sky,
I call on faith with arms stretched high.

And would you know how much I love you,
Would you feel the way that I do?
If I told you all the things that move my soul?
And while the world is turning darkly,
Would you still be the earth beneath me?
If I tell you everything, would I be sure?

Down the path we're on,
We cannot turn, we cannot run.
Here, we share our wounds.
How we embrace what we've become.

If I tell you everything, would I be sure?

::: posted by Peter at 14:58