Here i am in the field
My lonely breath visible
Not waiting, but living.
Without you hearing
Yet always listening
As you have taught me.
I will always be smiling
In your mind, find me
Smiling, writing love to you.
If you hear me whispering
Throughout the wind that we are
Know that i am only singing to you.
I am only home with you, without
I am only wandering the storm.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC
Here i am in the field
My lonely breath visible
Not waiting, but living.
Without you hearing
Yet always listening
As you have taught me.
I will always be smiling
In your mind, find me
Smiling, writing love to you.
If you hear me whispering
Throughout the wind that we are
Know that i am only singing to you.
I am only home with you, without
I am only wandering the storm.
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