Pass It On |
And do you believe
there is a universal heartbeat,
that even these dreams of you
are more than mere dreams,
are messages not meant to keep
but to bottle in the whisper,
to send in slivers, in stars
to those who ever dared to hope,
ever looked up in the night sky,
said, "Here I am with my wanting"
and do I
have a right then,
to hold this utter in, to curl
around its warmth
for my own little instant,
to want only you
and for you to know
that even the whisper floors me,
how it could go
and never come back
but that I will rise
with tears undried, will code
this secret to a thousand lives,
hope to find you again in the echo.
And do you believe,
and do you believe,
and do you believe...
copyright 2006
Susan
Culver |