I step outside and my breath billows
up and out in short spurts.
Little does it know that inside my soul
up and down flit the emotions
of my heart.
A strange invasion curls its long fingers
around and gives a slight squeeze.
"You are alive, but life is about to change;
come into the unknown."
Fingers laced round my beating heart
and the pulse can't help but quicken.
Anxiety, fear, regret, could all creep in,
yet the choice is mine,
my heart says, "No!"
It continues its rapid beating, building strength
that becomes courage.
Courage permits a blind trust to enter.
Flashback to hot summer days left
wandering the city streets--
These race
all through my mind.
Though those days, at times, could resemble
this strange sensation, 'tis not.
He, the one with the long fingers,
is not a memory to learn from.
He, the one making me feel alive,
is not the first to come along
though I've a feeling he'll be the last.
For in my journey unknown, I'm about
to jump in with both feet.
This time I'm not jumping alone, for
he's holding my hand.
We don't need to count out loud,
but a glance left then right,
lets us know we're good to go.
Bending knees, we grip hands tight
and thrust ourselves overboard into the sea.
Waves crash below, the wind whips tight
the flags lined along the shore.
Everyone is saying don't go, but
our hearts sing a different tune.
You and me, me and you together at last
in the endless depths of the sea.
My trust I give to you, in turn
you give me courage.
Trust and courage, together we'll have to
make the plunge to live and love
as one.
up and out in short spurts.
Little does it know that inside my soul
up and down flit the emotions
of my heart.
A strange invasion curls its long fingers
around and gives a slight squeeze.
"You are alive, but life is about to change;
come into the unknown."
Fingers laced round my beating heart
and the pulse can't help but quicken.
Anxiety, fear, regret, could all creep in,
yet the choice is mine,
my heart says, "No!"
It continues its rapid beating, building strength
that becomes courage.
Courage permits a blind trust to enter.
Flashback to hot summer days left
wandering the city streets--
These race
all through my mind.
Though those days, at times, could resemble
this strange sensation, 'tis not.
He, the one with the long fingers,
is not a memory to learn from.
He, the one making me feel alive,
is not the first to come along
though I've a feeling he'll be the last.
For in my journey unknown, I'm about
to jump in with both feet.
This time I'm not jumping alone, for
he's holding my hand.
We don't need to count out loud,
but a glance left then right,
lets us know we're good to go.
Bending knees, we grip hands tight
and thrust ourselves overboard into the sea.
Waves crash below, the wind whips tight
the flags lined along the shore.
Everyone is saying don't go, but
our hearts sing a different tune.
You and me, me and you together at last
in the endless depths of the sea.
My trust I give to you, in turn
you give me courage.
Trust and courage, together we'll have to
make the plunge to live and love
as one.
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