Now when I see you
In my dreams,
As faith leads
Me to believe,
I’d think it was
Meant to be.
If not here
If not now,
I’ll love you through
The witching hour.
Tag: Heart
the blind man and the rain
As the rain returns
To its dark earthly slumber,
The blind man,
Feels the sun upon his eyes,
And a stirring is born
In the clouds.
When your cinnamon kiss
Rests upon the newborn wind,
The earth chases it,
Leaving mountains in its struggle.
He hears the rivers fall,
And baths in the thoughtless lakes.
It rains, when the winds of love
Forget your kiss,
And when everything
Is eager to remember you again.
thoughts etc…
“What turns life so? About?”
Be it hush or shout
Do say a magic word,
Something moment spurred.
As your eyes say
Love trembles when your eyes bloom,
“Find me where nothing finds room.”
So love is lost and confused,
For that which is chosen cannot choose.
your hand
What is wonder but my eyes in your hand?
My whispers running through your hair
Are the childish grievances I see
When your hand finds a shoulder to sleep.
Hush
Hold me in your eyes,
Tell me lost stories,
If ever I say “i”,
Hush me with kisses, not worries.
She gave in later hours
She gave in later hours,
On a parting lovers lip,
Her kiss like cinnamon,
And tears of mother’s milk.
What have men to do,
Drunk and in her manner?
Where was I to go,
Beside her childish candor?
no, my child
I say my child “Where is this life,
What have you brimming in your eyes?”
Quiet, quiet my little flame
Liberty does not feed fires.
who you are
The world begs for your smile,
For it awaits your audience.
For it awaits your audience.
You are the mother of eyes,
And the world is your child.
And the world is your child.
And so is the love of the world,
In its beseech of a sibling
In its beseech of a sibling
her memory
There is a warmth in memory
Of which I will not spare thee
Be it then or what follows
The former and its fathers
I think I wouldn’t let her go
How oft we find that witch to hold…
ahorsealone 
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