be done

carry on that mortal fight.
Rest your head with setting sun;
moving forward toward the light,
doing that which must be done.
Sparks running from Perth to Prague
were pregnant here in dialog.
Forward's neither wrong nor right,
simply how the web was spun,
And hope may finally be in Sight,
so thus we do what must be done.

speaking

In tender moments we uttered words
That similar ears have often heard,
And in certain heads our hearts we trust,
For our souls insist to us we must.

And as our voices carry each other on
I hear our hearts in dialog;
Our tongues and thoughts, they run amiss
and I wonder which mind came up with this.

In voices exchanged between our friends,
We bind ourselves to all of them;
And in all my words on every tongue,
I find myself in every one.