I'm breathing, but life is more than this day to day
Leaving You behind with open arms
Feeling like I've lost myself somewhere along the way
Kneeling to see if I'll find Your heart here on the floor
What would You say if I asked you to take everything
To take all of me away
What will You do if I offer all of my heart to You?
I guess that's the chance that I'll take
Friday, March 12, 2004
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
I was young once
I was young once. Staring at the world through the eyes of youth—watching the birth of a new valley at the top of each hill. The world held sun-filled unquenchable colors that flowed from horizon to horizon. Layers of carefully stenciled glory flitted through every moment, changing in the next only to be more beautiful. The air was sweet on warm summer nights when time stood still and the stars left their deep blue home to be captured and treasured in the small shining jars that echoed our hearts.
But time was ever reckless, hurling us onward toward the sunrises and sunsets of a thousand new days, heedless of if our hearts are ready to let go of the hand of yesterday or not. And the colors, once so brilliant, soon hid from our eyes in the shadows of our memories, lingering on the rim of our sight and calling to us from the dreams we forget as we wake. And eyes seem to forget the meaning of sunsets when hearts feel only the ever widening distance, the ever lengthening steps from the doorstep of yesterday.
Until I met you. Hidden in your heart I found the unquenchable colors once again. The stenciled glory of every line of who you are captured my soul and reminded my starving heart of what true beauty is. And I found, once again, those moments when time stands still as I try to catch the fireflies in your eyes and treasure them in my own small shining jar.
I was young once, and there are times when I wish to once again grace the doorstep of yesterday. But when my weary eyes finally rest on your heart, I find myself wondering what new valley is being born on the other side of that hill. And it is then that I am ready to reach out and take the hand of tomorrow; and learn how to grow young again with you.
But time was ever reckless, hurling us onward toward the sunrises and sunsets of a thousand new days, heedless of if our hearts are ready to let go of the hand of yesterday or not. And the colors, once so brilliant, soon hid from our eyes in the shadows of our memories, lingering on the rim of our sight and calling to us from the dreams we forget as we wake. And eyes seem to forget the meaning of sunsets when hearts feel only the ever widening distance, the ever lengthening steps from the doorstep of yesterday.
Until I met you. Hidden in your heart I found the unquenchable colors once again. The stenciled glory of every line of who you are captured my soul and reminded my starving heart of what true beauty is. And I found, once again, those moments when time stands still as I try to catch the fireflies in your eyes and treasure them in my own small shining jar.
I was young once, and there are times when I wish to once again grace the doorstep of yesterday. But when my weary eyes finally rest on your heart, I find myself wondering what new valley is being born on the other side of that hill. And it is then that I am ready to reach out and take the hand of tomorrow; and learn how to grow young again with you.
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