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When I close my eyes

Let me hide in your soul and whisper tender words never spoken
can I breath the same
air without feeling lost in your everything
just the
possibilities of your touch one day
just being in the same room opens up
all of God's wishes and deepest dreams
for me and you
lavender and villa
permeate my existence
a dove on the windowsill
peace and love so close by
I breath and I think of you
without lies and deceit
my spirit aches daily
as if a knife moves
slowly from by back into my spine
I can see into your wishes and dreams
I pray for you in the night and in the day
I believe that
my world is there
for every reason and again
none at all
Oh the Divine sings
just at the thought of you
precious love
move away from perception
what you think of in the deepest
night
rings of truth
a dream manifest



I just closed my eyes and wrote. This is what came out of me. I have no idea what it means. lol

Comments

charles said…
Deep, sensual expression of the realization of a dream fulfilled...
Feels awesome but Fats Domino said it best:
"There Is Something On Your Mind"...
Do you ever read short stories? Got a book for you called 'Teenage Dissertation'. If you ever get at it lemme know your thoughts........C.....

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