Not at a half empty table looking out
Wondering if a stanger will come fearing that they could.
Not in a silent world surrounded by noise,
Trying to remember touch and the texture of love.
But on a busy table full of love and hope,
With you my companion and friend,
With you my muse and sweet song,
Who is love and friendship to me.
Not distant wondering where you are
Or fearful thinking you have gone.
Not left uncertain what I have or could have done,
To love you more to keep your heart.
Not a stranger lost in a burning desert
Or a lonely soul stumbling in blizzard storms.
But close in the warmth of your gaze,
And healed by the touch of your arms.
Not afraid anymore
Fearing that love lost means the end of love.
But seeing that we can be love
Find love and make love
In this short time, in these quickly passing lives,
That are ours.
Songs for Huda 