Hand in hand in the horizons. Two sets of feet.
Your hand curved, my hand curved, together we make a heartbeat.
Nearer nearer, time draws near.
The string still pulls, continue it will.
As the miles creep, the cracks grow deep.
Our ears are red, our heart will burn,
The sun is hot while the earth turns.
Like clay we mold, like life we grow old
Like love we're felt, but never told.
Hand in hand, your feet draw near.
Hand in hand, there is no need to fear.
Open the window, draw the breeze,
Take a deep breath, then squeeze
The hand in your hand is real, the love in your heart is true
Forever mine is forever you.
Peel back the skin, break through the glass,
Take the step to let me in.
Cradle in your arms, look me deep in the eye
There you will see our night sky.
It's very dark, yet the stars are still alit.
Seven hundred miles, yet you'll still feel the touch of my lips.
The scent of my skin, the warmth you get within.
Hang my picture on your heart, while our family photo
Hangs on a wall, visible from our future patio.
Hand in hand, well walk the beach.
Heart in heart, no space to reach.
I'm next to you as you are me, no need to not
Breath in sync with me,
As our heartbeats strum to the tree.
Hand in hand, forever it will be.
Love it. But I bet you already knew that. It sounds like a confession to me. A secret you're finally telling . . . to yourself. And also a hope that you seem to have been quietly repressing but are now slowly revealing and nurturing to have it grow into your future.
ReplyDeleteI also like the distance idea you brought into it. To me it shows:
--the distance between the future and you
--the distance between the other Heart and your own heart
--the distance between thought and action . . . of planning or imagining something, and then putting it into action, working toward making it true
Alma