This house, it does not speak of me
I am unknown to these adobe walls
these cool clay floors
I press my feet against
wanderlust, I dance
desert nights alone, roam
these sands to drink
and drink of moon
thirst for stars
to call me home
I travel endless nights
painted blue with black
wait until sunlight
warms my room
once more to bloom
in wild fields
with you
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
This house, it does not speak of me
I am unknown to these adobe walls
these cool clay floors
I press my feet against
wanderlust, I dance
desert nights alone, roam
these sands to drink
and drink of moon
thirst for stars
to call me home
I travel endless nights
painted blue with black
wait until sunlight
warms my room
once more to bloom
in wild fields
with you
