Soft moonlight bathe my dreams
this days gift of completion
given freely without cause or cost
Grace replacing contrition
Somber dawn birthing unborn hope
unbound joy is ours to grasp
step boldly in the light of innocence
grant redemption to the past
Soft night swallows the day, as cares melt away,
fading now to a memory of what now never was.
All that felt so immediate in time, now losing its grip,
taking its place, just another momentary scene in a play.
The script, the actors, so skilled in suspending disbelief,
drawn into the drama, forgetting, becoming part of the plot line.
The curtain has been drawn, as once again the masks are removed,
and I return home, smiling at the importance given to every act.
Another audience will surely return on the morrow,
but tonight I play no role, and bid one and all a heartfelt adieu.
Life dwells in the silence,
between the drama, the need, the want.
In still moments, beyond the words,
the ceaseless words, noise without meaning.
Words that deceive, with unseen motive,
without truth, always taking.
Rest now, quiet comfort guide me home,
where there is love, without expectation, without cost.
All that we love is all that we own
Fame and fortune will come and go
Fading in time is the pain they bring
Life is lived in the ebb and flow
All that we love is all that we give
We choose to love before we go
Holding love close or to freely give
Never taken, but allowed to grow
All that we love can never die
The keystone of a life before we go
Never taken yet ours to give
All that we love is all that we know