Refusing to identify with the pattern of life
Out of the state of my mind but in the blanket of my heart, i find rest
It is not i that i have found
I'm a man and who am i
Like waves imprinting on the sand so your hand has molded this clay
This love gazes and holds it's breath and is silent
Affections immeasurable, an abandoning of clamor,
Yet roused by the whisper of your still small voice
I would still frame this moment to obtain beauty forever
I would crawl through thorns to possess autumn
To kiss, to hold, to touch your love