When All is Silent

In the passion and the fire of our love

born in the wilds and handed down from above;

There I first came face to face with me –

alone with you and completely free.

Yet all was loud, miraculous and bold

I lived the fire, I lived the cold.

Like a mighty wind; we rushed on and on head first.

We lived the best, we lived the worst.

Yet now the rest begins to fade

I stand here in quiet beneath this shade.

Of everything else I've had my fill.

Just know that when all is silent

I love you still.