living with the gift

sometimes as we unwrap these gifts

the presence is not aligned with the presents

and so we get the unexpected

uncertainties

lingering 

foreshadowed fear hangs over me

the illusion waiting to shatter

breaking the veil

so we can see once again the rain

and know how do dance upon its grace

sometimes the steps we take

lead us back to where we were

impatience

agitated scars waiting to be healed

the hope hangs over me

clearly lighting the path

so that i may follow

i was once told of a place called love

it lived in a place that does not exist

and so we traveled farther and farther

out of ourselves 

until we found it

as we are here

we are not the same

watching the bombs explode

clinging tight

the expectations only there to free us

from that which we knew

so that we could find truth in place

that did not exist

as we walk there 

i know its you

the stars fall down

we're almost there

somewhere between then and now

i always knew you'd understand

this moment