if love be this one moment unending
the last moment i ever will feel
into times ending we're flying
from here to the end of our world
how is it that i am brought
to this plane of understanding
where is my compass and oars
i have no sail or sea worthy craft
just two arms and a heart to open all doors
i am cast upon a journey that has no map
into country without names
no guide or star my companion
just valleys and peaks evermore
what we create, creates us
what we destroy is the end of us all
touching we understand, holding hand in hand
love sends us true measure of what it is we treasure
each life each heart each hand
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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