Remember, this moment which you never wanted to pass, which
to you was everything in its silence. All things hiding in
the peaceful sleep of your loved one beside you.
A turning point, in life. A crossroad for sadness &
happiness. Shadows in the mumbling night. Eyes knowing
sorrow, eyes knowing death, goodbye and love-lost.
How may we be repaired?
In this sacred hour, in this prayer the night itself speaks
softly through our bodies: small, entrapped, chained, but
grateful for this gift. Because to live is to touch, to love
- to surrender to touch. And all this pain, that had
trickled down in our lonely tears, has turned now to a quiet
riverbed, to rest upon.
Yes, the certainty of pain, the newness of love, eternity
whispers itself into the silence of the moment.
I always love you here,
where you are asleep,
where I am your dream,
where there is no tomorrow,
only you.