quiet hours
Not Against It Or For
Just at the time in the evening sky when the light begins to fade
I go outside my door to watch the passing of the day
Not against it or for, merge just a little bit more
I reach out my hand to touch the leaf of a plant
The soft wind caresses my skin, and that’s when it all begins
Not against it or for, merge just a little bit more
The music of the evening starts it soft and low parade
Fresh wind blowing stronger brings the sense of coming rain
Not against it or for, merge just a little bit more
It’s to the passing of the day, my respect I pay
The passing of all things, the enchantment that this passing brings
Not against it or for, merge just a little bit more
The soft pink blue of the color absorbs me like no other
The wind against my skin, no boundary without or within
Not against it or for, merge just a little bit more
Well the rolling buckling land stretches out beyond the hand
That sweeps up in full circle the mundane and the miracle
Not against it or for, merge just a little bit more
High on a hill, high in the sky
Bird of love spreads her wings and starts a sweeping dive
Not against it or for, merge just a little bit more