If not to touch the earth
and know your sun kissed skin,
if not to chase your shadow
through every place you've been.
If not to stand on mountains,
howling from the peaks,
if not to lie in fields
as melodic whispers weep.
If not to dance in forests
where tangled roots take hold,
if not to bathe in oceans
while eternities unfold.
If not to touch the earth,
upon me you would shine
and for that fleeting moment
I could call you mine.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
If not to touch the earth
and know your sun kissed skin,
if not to chase your shadow
through every place you've been.
If not to stand on mountains,
howling from the peaks,
if not to lie in fields
as melodic whispers weep.
If not to dance in forests
where tangled roots take hold,
if not to bathe in oceans
while eternities unfold.
If not to touch the earth,
upon me you would shine
and for that fleeting moment
I could call you mine.
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