V

In the half light of the evening
the threshold of the night
I stand with dreams before me
through a doorway bathed in light

There’s a hearth in the room ahead
A place I long to be 
but my feet stay on the threshold
they refuse to carry me

On the platform of tomorrow
I feel a thunder in the ground
and I swear I hear it coming 
long before it makes a sound

But it’s still quiet on the horizon
like He’s teaching me to stay
in this fragile precious almost
where the night becomes the day

The sky, a perfect picture of 
an already and not yet 
we linger in the twilight 
where the edges haven’t met

Waiting in the almost
the forever in-between
Waiting in the almost 
and it almost feels serene