It all begins again, once more we find
Ourselves still waiting, wondering if this
Is where it will remain or what will change.
It happens slowly and carefully now
As though we’re making something newly bright
And precious out of these once empty words.
The time around us turns upon itself
Always on the outside of us, as we exist
Only within this one eternal moment.
The rain is falling still outside, as day
Dissolves into the night beyond our reach,
Awareness, understanding and our time.
This is the only time we have to hold
Inside the narrow limits where we lie
Between the sides of your far too small bed,
Constraining us so close to sharing space
And share a single heartbeat as one breathes
Out as the other breathes in again.