When I Hold You

WHEN I HOLD YOU

when I hold you I hear
the tenor of things

when I am with you, I’m in tune
with the waves and objects you bring

let me touch your face to steal your sight
I will see through the morning, I will see through the night

I will see through the surface to the root of all things
I will see through the mountain to the meaning of life
that is seen this day, through dark clouds, without light