late at night the world grows wider
noise and passion ebb away -
then I always heard it clearly
calling me to play. . .
soft and sweet, the void would whisper
in the dark behind my lids,
and I'd crave its perfect freedom
that the mind forbids
daytime forays through the backyards
searching every in-between
for a path, a passage over
to the great unseen
and I'd crawl through gaps in fences
I would squeeze through cracks in walls
lingering in distant dreams
alone in empty halls
+ + + +
as I grew, my gaps diminished
I moved on to book and speech,
glimpsed the void in games of pauses - - -
almost in my reach. . .
In the black between the pages
in the white between the lines
in the blank before the answers
I would see the signs
then the void seeped through the instants
I began to toy with time
slipping swiftly through the seconds
slowing down the chime
circling closer, ever closer
till I broke the primal bond
and the grid of order opened
to a vast beyond
+ + + +
it is not what I expected
but it is what I have sought
I am more than faith or freedom
I am less than thought
so if one night you hear me whisper
beckoning from far away - - -
then come and play
come and play
come and play
(09.03. 2009 – contribution to the FilkOntario songwriting contest 2009, topic: 'Space Games')