Hold My Breath

When would be the right time to put this in to words?

Could it be my life-line was simply bees and birds?

I’ve never thought it too wise to let myself relax

But could it be those blue eyes have stopped me in my tracks?

I can’t believe how I am blessed

I just stand here and hold my breath

It’s not a different season, it still rains midsummer’s day

But you give me a reason to put those things away

The line of getting better would be possible to blur

This isn’t your love letter, this is gospel literature

The sun is no more likely to rise if not to shine

But something’s always slightly more colourful this time

A constant that we hold true, a just-remembered dream

Of when my arms enfold you like muscle memory

And when we say “before” it’s with the ring of obsolete

Although I never thought of anything as incomplete

It wasn’t like a jacket in to which I finally grew

I always was exactly who I am in knowing you