Of everything bent by wind on the earth
You move the fibers preserving my worth
Where have I gone with the questions I pose
And can I allow them to channel my prose
Subtleties hiding are harder to see
But that doesn't mean they are not within me
Show me the image beyond all of this
Far from the shadows that blew me a kiss
Cover my hands with the warmth of your touch
I need to feel it, I need you so much
Soften the edges afflicting my mind
Speak me a way I can verily find
I want to rest at the foot of your door
'Neath all the doubt I don't have anymore
Waiting is nothing, let patience attest
The time it has taken makes life my request
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
Of everything bent by wind on the earth
You move the fibers preserving my worth
Where have I gone with the questions I pose
And can I allow them to channel my prose
Subtleties hiding are harder to see
But that doesn't mean they are not within me
Show me the image beyond all of this
Far from the shadows that blew me a kiss
Cover my hands with the warmth of your touch
I need to feel it, I need you so much
Soften the edges afflicting my mind
Speak me a way I can verily find
I want to rest at the foot of your door
'Neath all the doubt I don't have anymore
Waiting is nothing, let patience attest
The time it has taken makes life my request
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