Always faithful, always gentle
You wait for me at the end of a restless quest
You wait for me to be still
And accept
That which is meant to happen, which is no big revelation, but an answer
To a burning question.
I've been so lost and alone
Sometimes it takes blind rage to just carry on
You know the cycle, the routine
of wandering and wandering
And all the while searching for a tiny meaning
Of life, my life, my way of living
Of You, your truth, your way of being.
Tell me, Sweet Friend
Which is more significant,
The fact that I'm from You, or You are a part of me?
You see, it's tricky but it matters
That I can be your friend, not just You are my creator.
Always there, always fair
You wait for me at the end of a journey
Have I been blind, really ignorant all these years
To not know your call, urging, cheering on?
Have I been so caught up in this fantastic illusion
To not distinguish shadows from light?
If so, forgive me Friend
Let's start now, let's start fresh
On equal terms
We'll be friends
Special friends
Now and forever.
February 1997, thie^`n vie^.n Vi~ Kie^n
thai ta
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