We draw near

As this music was written for the voice to be nothing more than an instrument

That the listener is not distracted and only hears the harmonised sound,

My soul reaches out for you,

In search for my own melody,

The song that sets me free from my own boundaries.

Deep in the night, when silence folds around me,

I close my eyes, and remember.

The tips of my fingers feeling the heat of your body,

In my memories, I am tracing your face

And I feel your feather light kiss against my palm.

I feel your arm underneath my hand as I we walk together,

I marvel at the strength within.

I can smell you, as I bury my head against your chest,

My tears staining your shirt,

Yet you never let go.

I feel the imprint of your hand against my skin,

The pain, the redness, the desire for you

My breath catches as my body shudders

Caught between defiance and submission,

 I surrender my soul to you, over and over again.

As I hear the rich timbre of your voice,

The sternness, the lightness, the laughter

In this stillness of an African autumn night,

My soul reaches out for you, the distance of no consequence,

For it is nothing more than Adiemus...we will draw near...

 

 (Music: Adiemus, Karl Jenkins)