I can’t find where you are ending;

I can’t find where I begin.

You are overwhelming all that I am

And all I’ve ever been.

I can’t tell which is your story;

I can’t tell which story’s mine.

Bleeding together, weaving together,

I am the branch and you are the vine.

Swimming in mystery,

Floating on the air of impossibility.

How can it be that you live in me?

That you live in me.

As I abide in

You abide in

I abide in

You abide in

I abide in

You abide in me.