We carved out of a space where there was none,
Borrowed time where none existed to borrow.
I allowed myself to be available to you
as if there was no tomorrow.
You brought me home a soft stone.
A soft green stone for my heart.
I saw things the enlightened see
when the fog of illusion parts.
I saw things that children see
before the fog of illusion ever starts.
We lay in a moment
never meant to exist
and yet the only moment to really count.
Asleep I could hear you moving everywhere
like a tornado through my dream.
But you woke me up slowly with beauty
and a stone that was soft and green.
You woke me up slowly with beauty
and we met in a world all our own.
Carved out of time that didn’t exist
after so many lifetimes alone.