I am dying, withering away.
From the time I was thought of.
To the dust of this earth I go.
I see it clearer and clearer,
By each hour of each day.
If my life could change,
For what I crave most.
A gentle caring hand,
To guide me,
To hold me,
To love me.
A kind loving heart,
Full of our passions,
Knowingness of our oneness.
The knowingness.
As I feel his arms holding me,
The sense of safety,
Shelter,
Surrounds me,
From the awful storms.
Unconditional love,
For me,
As I for him.
But this is just a dream,
As I awake once more,
Reality has,
once again,
set in.
kt
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
I am dying, withering away.
From the time I was thought of.
To the dust of this earth I go.
I see it clearer and clearer,
By each hour of each day.
If my life could change,
For what I crave most.
A gentle caring hand,
To guide me,
To hold me,
To love me.
A kind loving heart,
Full of our passions,
Knowingness of our oneness.
The knowingness.
As I feel his arms holding me,
The sense of safety,
Shelter,
Surrounds me,
From the awful storms.
Unconditional love,
For me,
As I for him.
But this is just a dream,
As I awake once more,
Reality has,
once again,
set in.
kt
