It has no name. Because my vocabulary is weakened. It is as empty as the English tongue is at expressing levels of love. A blanket emotion will not suffice. I'd find the words wrapped up between the dirt roads and twig covered huts. Inside the private words whispered to Heaven. Behind the eyes that catch yours. In the breath before the fall.
When we walk, it has little meaning. When we run, where are we going? The tracks we've made are meaningless. Everything is meaningless. Unless our heart is beating. And our head is singing meaning.
I found it in the sunshine. I found it in the moonlight. I lost it when I closed my window. I lost it when I tried to speak. Did you know all that I tried to feel. It was like today. Spring. The almost warmth. Winter is relenting. Soon it will be hot and our feet will burn on the ground and we'll crave a cool moment.
In the meantime I'll stand between the tension of good and evil. Of advocacy and apathy. The boat passed. And another yet. But I'll stand on the shore. I'll wait for the next. My feet free but my hands tied. I'll raise my voice, but will not break a reed.
You can't miss what you never had. But you can love what you've always wanted.
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When we walk, it has little meaning. When we run, where are we going? The tracks we've made are meaningless. Everything is meaningless. Unless our heart is beating. And our head is singing meaning.
I found it in the sunshine. I found it in the moonlight. I lost it when I closed my window. I lost it when I tried to speak. Did you know all that I tried to feel. It was like today. Spring. The almost warmth. Winter is relenting. Soon it will be hot and our feet will burn on the ground and we'll crave a cool moment.
In the meantime I'll stand between the tension of good and evil. Of advocacy and apathy. The boat passed. And another yet. But I'll stand on the shore. I'll wait for the next. My feet free but my hands tied. I'll raise my voice, but will not break a reed.
You can't miss what you never had. But you can love what you've always wanted.
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