miyako73
08-20-2012, 07:24 PM
I shall go
Where the thread flies
From its needle
To see the lark
Prune its wings,
To witness
The blossoming of lilies,
To cuddle the wind,
To blow the air
With a kiss.
I shall go
Where the horizon
Meets me halfway,
Where a dream
Is about hoping
To know where the end
Begins and goes,
Where the fireflies
Settle for the night,
Where I am mostly welcome.
Where the thread flies
From its needle
To see the lark
Prune its wings,
To witness
The blossoming of lilies,
To cuddle the wind,
To blow the air
With a kiss.
I shall go
Where the horizon
Meets me halfway,
Where a dream
Is about hoping
To know where the end
Begins and goes,
Where the fireflies
Settle for the night,
Where I am mostly welcome.