| Tuesday, July 17, 2007 |
| Flight of the Blind |
is it possible at all
to love the unseen?
to trust in an unknown future
that you'll be brought to him?
how real can it be,
when you remain a mystery?
love me with a heart that's true,
i want nothing only, but you.
kiss me in my sleep,
blow gentle winds in my hair,
touch me with a bit of rain,
so i may know that you are there.
open me up; slice me through,
'til my tears flow where it's hollow.
let me feel my weight again,
remind me I live far from fallow.
then soaring through, you and I -
pitch black nights, summer skies.
when i want nothing - only you; love me.
love me, with a heart that’s true.Labels: chance poetry |
posted by Tami @ 4:56 PM
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