someday
separation
will come to an end and
kind wind will blow to kiss the lips
of leaves
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someday
separation
will come to an end and
kind wind will blow to kiss the lips
of leaves
someday,
I will wake up,
sit on my front porch swing,
listening to the Swallows sing,
and write
of leaves
and simple things,
sunbeams on the water,
the red ivy climbing the tree,
this rain
this rain
will send new life
into the scorch-ed earth
flowers will dance with joy,birds sing
love-songs
love-songs,
as time goes by,
will fade, empty words die.
but this moment lives, when i sing
for you...
for you..
all that I have
for me nothing at all
not even a small word of love
not fair
not fair
to be alone
when there is such a need
not only to receive, but more
to give
to give
you what you want
to satisfy your needs
let us sit together again
and talk
and talk
hearing nothing
but notes of loving care
reminding each other of times
yet known
yet known
by very few
the magic energy
poetic voice releases, dulcet
music...
music
makes my world round
firm, fully packed, joyful
with harmonious pheromones
filling
filling
the atmosphere
of my heart's universe
the fragrance of your love descends
my soul
my soul
has no hope here
among these earthly lands--
transformed, transported heavenward
shall rest...
shall rest
amongst the fields
where green grasses grow tall
hiding hidden far from those eyes
that see
[to] see
is true enough
but to believe in things,
that's not seen, is magical
and bliss