There's a moment...

... when you're handed something. It's not much, if you go by size... but the impact bids fair to leave you shaking for hours.

... What does the tree feel, when a leaf unfolds?

Is it this slow, lazy feeling? This drifting through the day with unconscious half-smiles or full ones being worn like cobwebs wear jewels of moisture on misty mornings? Is it the sensation of being rooted and sustained, that makes it want to throw out its branches to the sun? Is it a deep satisfaction, an almost narcotic satiation? Is it knowledge of its place, its connections, that makes a tree such a serene thing?

I'm being silly, I know. But I want to know... so can you tell me, please, was there ever a moment when you were gifted? A moment when you were full, and overfull, and when you poured yourself out, you found that everything you'd given was returned to you? Was there such a moment for you?

.... *yes.*

Eyes betray the soul and bare its thinking.
Beyond words they say so many things to me.
A stranger here reborn it seems
awaking wonders deep in me.
If nothing's ventured nothing's gained
so I must seize the day.

And fighting time so hard I pray
that this moment lasts forever.
And will the world stay standing still at least for me.
Through my eyes stare into me.
I bare my heart for all to see.
With my face turned to the sun there ever standing still.

It wasn't you it wasn't me it wasn't anyone.
It was a day so long awaited and a chance to be as me.
I let the wind run through my hands
as I turned to walk away.
In distant days I long to sense it all so clear.

And fighting time so hard I pray
that this moment lasts forever.
And will the world stay standing still at least for me.
Through my eyes stare into me.
I bare my heart for all to see.
With my face turned to the sun there ever standing still.
And fighting time so much I ask,
I will this morning last forever.
Though seasons change and things come to pass
remain inside of me.
And fighting time so hard I pray
that this moment lasts forever.
and will the world stay standing still at least for me.

I had no faith before that day in any vow or deed.
Days followed days and years were meaningless.
Despite the wisdom of defeat
I bore my heart for all to see the wonders I'd seen.

© VNV Nation 1999