Together

oh, of happier times.....

Together

Stepping out into the world.
Keeping time with the wind.
Being a part of the great big life we lead.
Holding hands, a glass of wine,
being who we are and
what we are meant to be.

We could always count the leaves on the trees.
Or ask why the ants march one by one down the concrete river.
We could play with the sky.
We could become the sky.

And yet why.
Why are we the ones to be here,
in this place,
in this bed.
How come we know so well
that we know nothing at all?

We could catch the rain.
Or paint the ceiling to match the ground.
We could sing the feeling,
We could feel the sounds.

Who knows what will be?
Who really cares?
All I know right now is
the sound of the silence
in this room, in this bed,
and the feel of you next to me.