Where

Take me where your heart is.
That's where I'd like to go.
Our soul knows the journey,
It's one we linger and slow.
The map shows through the twilight.
Brushed and misty waves,
River's streams a'glimmer,
White silenced, forest glades.
The fielded open palace,
We'll stand amidst the grain,
Growing, sifting, breathing,
Like trees, our bending frames.
And always filled around us,
This whisper we have claimed,
Blown and pulsing through our hearts,
Where our love remains.
Let us go together,
And we shall finally know,
Our whispers brought us to this place
The journey of our soul.

Raine Les 5/11/2008