Eric’s Song
Vienna Teng
Waking Hour
strange how you know inside me
I measure the time and I stand amazed
strange how I know inside you
my hand is outstretched toward the damp of the haze
and of course I forgive
I’ve seen how you live
like a phoenix you rise from the ashes
you pick up the pieces
and the ghosts in the attic
they never quite leave
and of course I forgive
you’ve seen how I live
I’ve got darkness and fears to appease
my voices and analogies
ambitions like ribbons
worn bright on my sleeve
strange how we know each other
strange how I fit into you
there’s a distance erased with the greatest of ease
strange how you fit into me
a gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs
and with each passing day
the stories we say
draw us tighter into our addiction
confirm our conviction
that some kind of miracle
passed on our heads
and how I am sure
like never before
of my reasons for defying reason
embracing the seasons
we dance through the colors
both followed and led
strange how we fit each other
strange how certain the journey
time unfolds the petals for our eyes to see
strange how this journey’s hurting
in ways we accept as part of fate’s decree
so we just hold on fast
acknowledge the past
as lessons exquisitely crafted
painstakingly drafted
to carve us as instruments
that play the music of life
for we don’t realize
our faith in the prize
unless it’s been somehow elusive
how swiftly we choose it
the sacred simplicity
of you at my side