I am

I am the space between the lines,

And around the circle.

The thought that lingers,

On the outskirts of your mind.

The love you have dreamed of,

But have not dare to find.

I am the voice in the cold—

That probes at your feet,

When you walk the lonely road.

Where answers find you without question.

Your voice of reason,

Amidst the changing seasons.

I am the light that crawls through

The cracks in your window,

And caresses your face.

A wave moving in time, through space—

That tickles you to a sway.

I am that which you truly hope to find,

But have never given thought.

The force behind your will.

The rhythm of your heart.

I am that which you cannot see,

If you insist on searching with your eyes.

I am The feeling of truth,

That lives beneath it all.

Way down.
Deep.

Inside. 

              -Lesia Forde.