That Place I've Always Been Goin'

We trick ourselves not seeing it was the journey, to take the time for Song and Dance, not reaching the place, was the whole of It

We will meet ourselves one Day on a Distant Shore

Among the sound of softly folding waves into each Other

And in this deep sound our Hearts will meld and fold the Same

On that far and Distant Shore

No words will be Spoken

Not even for all we will be Hopin'

We will meet ourselves one Day on a Distant Shore

And we will Reach out Slowly, and Softly

Not wanting a single thing to Change

A soft quiet but whipping Breeze

Bending the Light Hearted Trees

In a Distance just off that Shore

On that waters Edge, where the sands are a Mirror

With the Sea foam Melting

And Sand bubbles Popping

On that Near and now Quiet Shore

We will Greet Ourselves on that not so Distant, quiet Shore

And the One that we are Will Say

As softly cupping our Face with soft Hands

Whisper you did not realize, it was to Sing

It was to Dance, but now you only feel a Sting

And you turn as the Image Fades

That Image of those soft waves Folding

On that now becoming a little more Distant Shore

Why not just a few months Sooner

Could I not have seen how I should Change

If not even hours Sooner

And that we had time to rise Together

And to share a Song with our Voices

Bodies come together for even just one final Dance

But I did work until the clock Struck

That lonely final Hour

I tricked myself into Believing

That I lived a Life full and Grand

But how many payments made would I've Changed

For just one more moment on that Quiet Moist Sand

And just one more glance, and a moment with your Hand