Would it be possible for you to hold me

Does thoughts arise from the restlessness of the night
Is it your heart speaking to mine or are they only clouds of passion in turmoil ?
What do you search in the skies of my life as you spread your wings and go by
I listen to all that you say; and would go with you to where you want...
for i'm no longer a face -- but a voice
I'm no longer a hand-- but a touch
i'm no longer what you dream of-- but a more abstract reality.

My finger contains miracles
my voice-- a chanting prayer
Would it be possible then to embrace me --unless you too become a prayer!

Yesterday ; i waited for you in the vallies
but today i'm on the mountains from where i watch the vallies
Yesterday my words were raw and passionate
while today they are ripe and sublime.

Yesterday --life was a rock upon which i sat for days and night
Today life is neither a rock nor a cloud: i stop and it stops with me; i move and it moves with me.

Yesterday; i was a youth with eyes burning with love; with dreams cuddling my sleep; yearning for the one who never arrived.
Today i'm still young my soul burns by the flames of many suns;
In my hands the mornings take birth and in my kisses Springtime blossoms
Between yesterday and today so much has changed!

The sea has become soft and gentle;
The tree has deepened its roots
My immortality flourishes out of my daily mortality
My flesh rips -- emerging like a dawn through the dark interiors of the night......

my fingers contain miracles and my voice a chanting prayer
Would it be possible to hold me unless you become a prayer.