Solace

02/05/21

Do you remember,

When the world stood still.
When the morning was still.
When we both stood still.

How quiet it was.
How peaceful it was.
How fragile it was.

Listening.
Yearning.
Hoping.

They said,

It was the end of an era.
It was the end of a story.
It was the end of the world.

But we stood still…

And listened,
To the birds sighing. 

And yearned,
For our hands to knot.

And hoped,
For the distance to melt-

They said,

Death, death,
Everywhere.

We said,

Love, love,
Everywhere.

And yet,
the birds kept on tweeting.

And yet,
our hands kept on yearning.

And yet,
our distance kept on hoping.

But we are still waiting.

Waiting for this page to turn,
Waiting for this fear to burn,
Waiting for this love to yearn.

Yearn,
Yearn,
Still yearning…

To hold,
To touch,
To kiss.

And still, they cry

Death,
Death,
Death!

What of those hands,
Who hold on to air?

What of those cheeks,
Who are kissed by the wind?

What of those hearts,
Who are embraced by darkness?

All those voices calling 
through the curtain of rain.

All those shoulders shaking,
through the hours of night.

All those smiles fading,
Through the shield of masks.

Echo through me.

And we pray,
And we hope,
And we promise,

Once this is over…

We will hold & cherish.
We will keep & love.
We will kiss & reach.

No one will be forgotten…

Not those who kept on going.
Not those who faded away.
Not those who stumbled down.

Never forgotten.

And you,
Oh you my dear.

My hope,
My secret,
My hidden gem.

Oh you...

You hear it,
You sense it,
You feel it,

What cannot be written yet.

And I join those who are waiting.
And I join those who are yearning.
And I join those who are hoping.

As we pray…

For the night to be over,
For the masquerade to be over,
For the battle to be over…

And for the joy of homecoming.
And for the joy of reunions.
And for the joy of shared laughter.

Believing,
Hoping,
Knowing,

We will get there.
We will live through.
We will rise over.

Those shadows…

Until we reach the pale dawn.
Until we reach the crescent moon.
Until we reach the next ridge,

That little cabin in the woods.
That bright window in the night.
That open door in the cold.

… And solace.