I carve my poems carefully Though they seem secret for all to see Out in their many anywhere Written on water breathed on the air I cast my spells and they are there For any and many find them where Now it seems then a dream comes true When one understands who wonders too So here we are so near though far And so I rise though a falling star To this occasion to be now Falling but rising and this is how Having been transcendentally Fated to find us belatedly Here we are who find us to be Ascending coincidentally And finding my own way to say What I say I find this is my way To say between us what we mean Carved carefully in the in between Understanding me as you do Wondering too I find me in you Who my poems are for and to Though they seem secret you see them through So here we are so near though far Where now it seems then a dream comes true Understanding us as we are When one understands who wonders too Steven Curtis Lance