The Watcher

The body lay in quiet wait
Between the push and pull with fate
Eternal sleep resist the fade
After the breath and snap of age
The breath and snap of age

Between the push and pull with fate (this body)
Eternal sleep resist the fade (this body)

Here in the outline
Ever told
Trace the figure
From below
Cold devoted
Anchored soul
I long to hold

Many deny the state of change
Held captive in the quiet place
Thirsty but no will never taste
Can’t leave behind or turn to face

The choice to stay was ours to make
The bond we hold will never break
The choice to stay was ours to make
The bond we hold will never break

Our bodies lay
In quiet wait
Here we’ll stay