Conversation / Between

Hers was a long, was a long way to go
Mine was beside her, was behind, was alone
Ours was as cyclone, was as wind to the bone
Ours was a teardrop, falling deep, and deeply known
Falling slow, and slowly shown, falling swift, and swiftly blown, blown below our covered home, our covered bodies

Shed me to teardrop, I will lead, I will bend
I will be your body, I will turn, I will tend
I will lend my silence
My hands, my how, to be known as your cover
I will seek, I will leap, I will bow

Thank you sweet, I can hear you now
You can hear me, now, listen deep
Thank you deep, you can hear me now
I can hear you, now listen sweet

Thank you sweet, I can hear you now
You can hear me, now, listen deep
Thank you deep, you can hear me now
I can hear you, now listen sweet

Mine was a cavern, was a crease beside the road
Filled up with fossils, as a walker to his load
Filled with a river and dried with a moan
While Hers was as thunder
Was as light, was as will, was as throat

Words I fly
Breath as tide
Words to be
Loved as child

And the Great was not yet shared
But approaching them in pairs
In a whistle thought and felt
In a lightning to the heart, "to each you are a part…"

Taken to the heart, the heart a spiral to the sharp
And sharper still the quill return, re-turning out
And upwards shrill and blinding, out my eyes
Remind, re-mind me, out my soul, resound, re-sound me
This the ground, the shape is sensing
This the whole, the part is making

Thank you sweet
I can hear you now
You can hear me now
Listen deep…
Thank you deep
You can hear me now
I can hear you
I can hear you now
Listen deep

Thank you sweet
I can hear you now
You can hear me now
Listen deep
Thank you deep
You can hear me now
I can hear you
I can hear you now