Let me find rest with you all of my days...

See I am near says the Lord, See, I make all things New.

To him or Him.

I spoke to you.

in the dead of night.

when things were so silent

I heard only my own honest breath.

"Where are you?" I asked
so deeply into darkness

the others grew faint, and I saw you

for the first time in many years

as one completely other, new and unknown

but so known, as we go

do know, wherever you are,

 I lie here waiting.

and in the waiting, He sees me known.

...how silly I've been living in my little shell of Joni Mithcel and Niel Young, when there are millions of voices just as golden, just as sweet, that will haunt you and irk you to want to join hands with all your past loves, and climb a mountain together, towards the warmest setting sun, overlooking the shadowiest coldest valley, and tell one another and the whole world behind you, 'we'll never have to go there, again'.