With you, we whisper,
with you, we long,
with you, we feel.
And prick.
And pry.
And open the wound,
then sew it closed.
You are the bridge to new places,
to new sights,
far away things.
You are the doorway,
to new, imagined lands.
With you, we whisper,
with you, we long,
with you, we feel.
And prick.
And pry.
And open the wound,
then sew it closed.
You are the bridge to new places,
to new sights,
far away things.
You are the doorway,
to new, imagined lands.
I re-read this, so many times…. Such a powerful device.