Wind, move me, let me take serentity
in all things that awaken at your call
and rest peacefuly in the trees that
shiver at your touch...
I dont want to be blinded by the
hate of this world much longer
May the lion lay here by my side
For the only thing that burns...
The only solitary thing that pricks
like thorn really...
Is being away from you and binded in hate
I am awaiting your arival
Listening...breathing oh so slowly
May troubles melt like ice
And fall like precious little rain drops
And watching the birds bask
within the mornings dew...
Watching you sleep in sweetly smelling flowers
Your hand shading the eyes...your guilt
shading your heart
Gently oh so gently..I stroke your rosey cheeks
My fingers trace thy lips...
And how now I am content....
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