It can so happen
    love finds itself
        in deep water...

breaking the surface
    no more than a fearful face....

still hoping for that saviour
    a kind word
        a gentle touch.

If you or I were supposed to be that saviour
    might we find the word, 
        the soft touch?

Easily-bruised love will 
    accept nothing less
        though confronted with the unknown abyss,

whisper-fine
    love thinks nothing 
        of evading disaster,

other-worldly love comprehends only 
    it's rights and it's needs.

If you or I see the face of love 
    sink into the unknowable deep
        our own heart is the victim.

Attending us through our pain
    it can so happen
        shadow-close love
            takes another step,

we find ourselves
    surprised once more
        by the old presence
            in a new arena,

there is yet another chance
    for a kind word
        a gentle touch.