If a message braves a lonely dawn then quietly departs
Filling your sky with the sweet honey of its sigh
Will you let the sun set in the western plain of your heart
Before you send this message your reply
Should you feel the soft touch of this sigh on your brow
Taste its honey at its finest on your lips
Will you hear this message in your here and now
Reply, before it once again, quietly slips
While the world is doubting, will your longing run deep
To hear this message breath a sigh of relief
Or will you hold your reply inside the plain where you keep
Your answer in your heart like a thief
Despite every bracing measure you take to not reply
This message will continue bravely on
Filling your sky with the sweet honey of its sigh
Until you respond to the lonely dawn
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 9:04 PM UTC
If a message braves a lonely dawn then quietly departs
Filling your sky with the sweet honey of its sigh
Will you let the sun set in the western plain of your heart
Before you send this message your reply
Should you feel the soft touch of this sigh on your brow
Taste its honey at its finest on your lips
Will you hear this message in your here and now
Reply, before it once again, quietly slips
While the world is doubting, will your longing run deep
To hear this message breath a sigh of relief
Or will you hold your reply inside the plain where you keep
Your answer in your heart like a thief
Despite every bracing measure you take to not reply
This message will continue bravely on
Filling your sky with the sweet honey of its sigh
Until you respond to the lonely dawn
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