Subliminal life bells toll
the path to here was never straight
the now of being here makes our hearts ache
both of us so new and raw
confidences shared
laced with hunger to know and fear to explore
the swiss alps soothe as time bells announce the just be
as baby goats rush past my wooden window chattering and free
I watch them wind up the green promise valley slopes
and I yearn to be like them, just in the moment
forgetting the life of the never straight
we know that time is precious
we want so much to just be still
as i smile and share and talk and care
my inner rythm slices with the neighbours' ax
through old winter wood that we pile up and fight to relax
the bells ring without a sound, tauntingly asking who plays what role
we are now the two for whom the bells toll
this is all we have now, this will have to fill our shared hole
i watch the little river below my window burble and flow
and i pray in silence that the acceptance comes soon and lies just below
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