In Darkness
Forest of my mind
Calm and slow and know comfort of the darkness
Knowing you I am more myself but not a self I know;
One from somewhere else
Hidden bell sleeps in you waiting to be traced, harvested from darkness
Our pool has two deep ends
Laugh on the surface, dive down again
The deeper that we go I yield myself to the hand that knows its way in darkness
Calm and slow and know comfort of the darkness
Knowing you I am more myself but not a self I know;
One from somewhere else
Hidden bell sleeps in you waiting to be traced, harvested from darkness
Our pool has two deep ends
Laugh on the surface, dive down again
The deeper that we go I yield myself to the hand that knows its way in darkness