O, I feel so clever
teaching you a trick
playing with some string
hiding behind a door
but I’m lead to wonder
what it is you want
what it is you need
or who is teaching who
and when i hide
you will find me
and when i sigh
you will comfort me
I need to learn to pray
in the way you pray
twisting turning out
falling within grace
i need to learn to see
in the way you see
in front, below above
before and in between
and if i hide
you will find me
and if i die
you will know me
i know that your watch
is not a friendly gaze
searching through the haze
of my ordered mind
still it comforts me
knowing that you know
after and before
the lifting of my soul
if i’m breathing
if i stop breathing
if i’m dreaming
if i stop dreaming
