Dark Space Between
Every footstep going
Not everything is seen
Or each corner knowing
Days in dreams wonderful
In their drifting here about
Moments comes in life and dull
And some in their doubt
But as long as there is love
To give from and take
In plenty worth feelings of
There is nothing at stake
Dark Space Between
Everything we both do
Some are still and others been
Coming always through
What the hours give and wake
Some for our pleasure
We are here for love's own make
That’s our living treasure
Yesterdays and many more
As all is in its own wander
When it comes to our shore
Drifting begotten asunder
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