"come away with me..."

you called to me in the night, 

and I came running to find you.

your voice on the wind, 

beckoning me 

into the mist of mystery.

I came far, then farther;

entranced by your voice,

captivated by a silhouette 

moving in shadows 

beneath the tree

on the hill up ahead

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"until the dawn breathes, and the shadows flee.."

 

the new day is dawning,

and I’ve come, i've come

to meet you here;

dressed in the veil 

I’ve made for you;

stitched slowly, carefully;

a love song 

written in threads of purple and blue;

all the things I hope you'll love,

things perfect, lovely,

worthy of you.

 

How near is your nearness,

How deep is the distance? 

​

I wait for you 

beneath the tree on the hill,

where you promised you'd be.

I’ve come to meet you,

to be found lovely, 

to be found 

to be 

in your eyes.

 

Your eyes...

 

The joy set before me,

that carried me here; 

When the night was long, 

and the way seemed dark,

your eyes were the prize,

I pressed on to find.

I can feel their warmth now,

as they pour over me,

I long to see you see me. 

​

How near is your nearness...

​

Your breath

stirs the edge of the veil,

you're close,

closer than the silhouette,

but your eyes 

your eyes,

are hidden from me.

​

what if the distance

is only as deep

as this veil I have made,

to be found "lovely"?

​

"Tear down the veil, 
I've shown you how..."

 

my heart beats wildly,

with your nearness so near, 

the depth of a veil,

is a distance is too deep,

when it's your eyes,

your eyes,

that i came to meet.

 

"let me see your face,

let me hear your voice"

my hands take hold 

of the best that i've made,

to tear through the veil 

and the space between,

me

and who i thought you'd want to see,

to find your nearness as close 

as your breath dancing over me;

 

​

finally free 

of everything,

the finest things,

that hindered me,

from seeing you,

seeing me.

​

I've found

in your eyes

stability

that melts away

every insecurity

in your eyes

that were waiting

to meet mine

on the other side

of a torn veil.

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