Are my eyes not sewn
To the vestagise's of
You.
Your words like songbirds
In mornings glory,
singing the awakening
of ourselves..
We fly higher in dawns rising,
and slumber in a nest of
two,
when dusk falls beneath
our hearts.
Two feathers always gliding
on the rhyme of loves wind.
And we soar for eternity
as we are the breath beneath
each others yearnings.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
Are my eyes not sewn
To the vestagise's of
You.
Your words like songbirds
In mornings glory,
singing the awakening
of ourselves..
We fly higher in dawns rising,
and slumber in a nest of
two,
when dusk falls beneath
our hearts.
Two feathers always gliding
on the rhyme of loves wind.
And we soar for eternity
as we are the breath beneath
each others yearnings.
