so much, so little
so vague, so fulfilled
days by, months gone
what is it we’ve shown?
the laughs, the silliness
now feel like emptiness
no more you and I
was it without a try?
endless nights we’ve spent
wandering around the tent
gazing at the white sky
have we really ran dry?
hours in the silent web
thinking the thoughts we had
hurtful silence, strange absence
was it the wrong sense?
now the time is to surrender
to let go of the whole tender
learn again of that single tone
and return to the state of strange
and at all alone.
