when the Dai smiles
If purity is born in someone else’s life
Then the sounds of innocence do not reach home
Nothing steals attention from the incomplete within
As slowly life parades and then we go
But interrupt the pattern and the threads of time
With an image of a life I’ve never known
Wrestle with the shadow I’ve been building all my life
Can I cut the cord? And I enjoy the show?
Quietly retreating into love a moment old
And holding on to hope that I’ll be near
Waiting in the colours of the last place I was pulled
I’m still at rest, but never quite at ease…
So listen for the question and the passion hid away
Peering ‘round the corner of the door
Losing my religion, failing into greater grace
As something so small tries to bring me home
When the Dai smiles
There’s a joke I should be in on
When the Dai laughs
You can bet that I’m the fool
When the Dai comes
Soft against my cheek
Will it be words or just a kiss?
I’m not worthy of this gift
But I become alive and I am more than I believed that I could be
© 2002 lance saint ash