lost in your arms
i cannot see your face
unless it be this stone, this hill, this open sky
i do not hear your voice
unless it be these thoughts, ideas, feelings
i do not know
where you are hiding
but i feel the soft touch of your hand
in the small of my back
as i go forward
to darkness and light
tears and laughter
i do not know
if i am for good or evil
if i choose wisely or foolishly
but i know
that i am your servant
and you take the weight of error from my shoulders
from my heart
i am ignorant
of my direction, my purpose
other than that
it is yours
2005