It is You

Take the words, turn the world
make me a whirl, translate me
into a thousand loving smiles.

			You are
regeneration
			making me
			smooth.

It is love made truth.

You are breaking me
taking lost pieces
into heaven.

			It is me
			made you.

It is you
made me.

It is us, breaking apart 
the words that separate us.

			It is me
			becoming exhales
			of a torn heart.

It is you
becoming inhales
of a singing harp. 

It is the truth that 
comes and goes through
our pain, untouched.

Because there is no sorrow,
if there is a breeze
	translating me into 
a thousand loving smiles.

It is you, 
		the wind
giving is all 
			before heaven,
the heaven that in me
while heaven is within,
				 	you.