It is the night that precedes the morning,
It is the rain that washes away the tears,
It is the last whisper before the last breath,
It is the anguish of not knowing when,
It is the cold that penetrates the warm blanket,
It is the smile that fades with time,
It is the lonely feeling of being without you,
It is the cry I hear when you fell,
It is the prayer that reaches beyond you,
It is the hurt of walking barefoot,
It is the mountain covering the warm sun,
It is the sweat lost in the lost game,
It is the embrace of a thousand arms,
It is the word that I heard last night,
It is the motion which never leaves,
It is the doubt of knowing so well,
It is the space between now and then,
It is the book with endless chapters,
It is the past that hangs with low fruits,
It is the dream of reaching one more step,
It is the blindness of the old man at sea,
It is the wish of perhaps one more day,
It is the truth that no one will hear,
It is the eyes that one day will leave me,
It is the touch that so gently touches me,
It is the image of you walking,
It is the taste that never leaves, never satisfies,
It is the hunger underneath the banquet table,
It is the sun outside a dark room,
It is the kind word never spoken,
It is the smile only thought of,
It is the water that touches your skin,
It is the faith that touches your soul,
It is what it is,
And a few things more...
