Breaking Time

  Breaking time, light enters through the corridor,
  frightened, I close the door. 
  
  "It can't be me," I think. 
  "I can't be that much love," I say.
  
  Why did I break time? Why did I want to be free?
  
  I hear the birds chirping, day-breaking, 
  time has been forgotten 'cause I have been 
  shattered into a trillion specks, 
  into all of us, human beings.
  
  My child, my father, my mother, 
  my brother, my sister, my family 
  and you, the stranger who knocks 
  at my door as I exhale and inhale 
  the freedom within life. 
  
  "It can't be me," I say.
  "I can't be that much love," I think.
  
  Is it the truth? Silence reigns, 
  so I peek and open the door, 
  but light blinds me tight,
  so I rush and shut the door. 
  
  "It can't be me," I think. 
  "I can't be that much love," I say.
  
  Breaking time, light enters through the window,
  frightened, I am life you love.
  
  "It can't be me," I say.
  "I can't be that much love," I think.  
  
  Although shut close is the door, 
  windows are open, so light impregnates me
  with bliss, so I contemplate the beauty 
  of being love, without opening the door.
  
  Who is it out there that I can't see? 
  It is me. It is you. It is much more,
  it is love knocking at the door, 
                         breaking time.