There is no such river or ocean of this world
(temporary, to which we pass through)
that I would not in a single breath
sink to its greatest depth
and rise again
for You
no mountain cliché
that I could not overcome
in a single test of my love
for You
I would go
one step further than hell
walking into the dark of Wal-Mart
for You
YOU
for whom stars collide
and new worlds are born
in my minds eye
I shall live in the dark of my inner world
(seated, legs crossed in yogic poise)
counting each and every breath
as if held back from death
and be born again
for You
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 2:24 PM UTC
There is no such river or ocean of this world
(temporary, to which we pass through)
that I would not in a single breath
sink to its greatest depth
and rise again
for You
no mountain cliché
that I could not overcome
in a single test of my love
for You
I would go
one step further than hell
walking into the dark of Wal-Mart
for You
YOU
for whom stars collide
and new worlds are born
in my minds eye
I shall live in the dark of my inner world
(seated, legs crossed in yogic poise)
counting each and every breath
as if held back from death
and be born again
for You
Copyright David Munro 2010