holy is the body that makes love to me
holy is the gaze that gifts me timeless landscapes
holy is the touch weaving the lodge of our union
holy is of sound that resonates and gives birth to a wavelength of silence
holy is the wind that breaths along my face and surrenders
holy is me when I stand on top of this mountain with you
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 6:38 AM UTC
holy is the body that makes love to me
holy is the gaze that gifts me timeless landscapes
holy is the touch weaving the lodge of our union
holy is of sound that resonates and gives birth to a wavelength of silence
holy is the wind that breaths along my face and surrenders
holy is me when I stand on top of this mountain with you
