In a soft expression
I gather my senses
gather my sense of smelling, breathing
Consuming the last star in the sky
our hands
our hands have come so close
We are being
We are being worn
and all of the kingdom
all of his majesty
the breast of the loving mother
the sunlight
pressing me into the shape of the glass figure
molding me into me
and into you
play on
remember the feelings
and the times when it is thick
and slow
I almost cry, sometimes
everything is swelling- my eyes are filling
our world has such a feeling
you leave me
you leave me without a breath, and
I am no match
and when the moon comes
when the moon comes again
I’ll meet you where we both know
when we’ll see each other
the little rain
I’m calling you
again
Tags: Death, Destiny, Dreams, Peace, Raw Food, Songs, Strength
