dig these hands

without much more than your energy,
you made me see things I’d never thought,
you made me believe things I’d never believed,
made me think things, I’d never seen.

and within this clarity
I began to conform to the idea,
that you could show me amazing pieces of Love
that I used to believe were soft,
yet had hardened,
through the rust of its gears
thru my trust, and its fears

I hear
that true love is very elementary
very easy within

and the hardest part with-in this
is actually finding that alarm clock kiss

and I am torn with the fact that I am a boy
searching for treasure, in lands yet unknown
and feel like I’ve shoveled so much,
having dug many small holes.

and yet once again, for the first time in years
I compose on the subject of love
and admit I have my fears
of that unknown above

But let me tell you this:
I want to leave this ground flat,
so we can dig together with our hands
and I know our experience tells us
that we could bulldozer this land

yet lets band together with these hands!
in youth we bulldozed different lands
and yet no house there stands.

and within these strands of time
there is no distance, only mind
and mine pours out, agape’ lust
the only oil, for this rust
and with this trust, we’ll dig this land
as the treasure IS our hands....

There is a leap of faith I find.
with not just heart, but soul and mind.
and I believe we are the kind,
as with these hands, our souls combine.



©2002 by Yosh