side by side

Sleeping At Last

A single voice in an ocean of constant noise,
but somehow our ears were trained to recognize when we hear You call our name.

Side by side, every movement was memorized,
choreographed before the schools of fish were born.
Their patterns and plans align, all in a glorious effort to survive.

There is no language for what weââ?¬â?¢ve seen,
only the sweetness that bends us to our knees,
and all of these fumbling words to explain what it means,
but our hearts were buried deep in the sand.

The sea unlocks like the lid of a music box.
It shivers with foreign sound, as long as the gears stay wound,
the whales will sing their song all in a glorious effort to be strong.

Thereââ?¬â?¢s no need to be afraid, overwhelming love cascades.
The melody will rise and swell as it finds its way inside the shell.

The mouth is a mirror, and the mouth is a mirror, and the mouth is a mirror.
We must watch what we say.

There is no language for what weââ?¬â?¢ve seen,
only the sweetness that bends us to our knees,
and all of these fumbling words to explain what it means,
but our hearts were buried deep in the sand.