He hides you from the world
and guides you by the hand
He speaks to you in softness
as you forget everything
outside his house near the river
We have our special crawlspace,
where the world forgets where we are
He smiles gently as you speak
without even thinking.
With your soul in the palm of his hand
he shows you to the water
the evening sun highlights your faces,
his skin glows in the light like honey
As the faded winter sun smiles upon
the young rosebuds waiting to bloom
In the springtime.
When the old man of the night
Dwindles into newborn dawn,
The conjoined soul feels a sigh
When the river must be crossed.
As he, still guiding your hand,
Navigating your soul
kisses you goodnight.
With a reluctant wave,
You watch him disappear;
Engulfed by the mists
On the other side of the river
Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 1:51 PM UTC
He hides you from the world
and guides you by the hand
He speaks to you in softness
as you forget everything
outside his house near the river
We have our special crawlspace,
where the world forgets where we are
He smiles gently as you speak
without even thinking.
With your soul in the palm of his hand
he shows you to the water
the evening sun highlights your faces,
his skin glows in the light like honey
As the faded winter sun smiles upon
the young rosebuds waiting to bloom
In the springtime.
When the old man of the night
Dwindles into newborn dawn,
The conjoined soul feels a sigh
When the river must be crossed.
As he, still guiding your hand,
Navigating your soul
kisses you goodnight.
With a reluctant wave,
You watch him disappear;
Engulfed by the mists
On the other side of the river
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