I
by greeneyes
Posted: Friday, November 7, 2003 Word Count: 70 |
I wish to be the sand beneath your feet
on a beautiful moonlit night
The idea within your mind
as you wrap yourself in thought
I long to be
the fresh air that you breathe
as you deeply inhale
the night's gentle breeze
I desire to immerse your aura
in the rivers that have existed
since the creation of time
So that even in death
your spirit shall always remain
on a beautiful moonlit night
The idea within your mind
as you wrap yourself in thought
I long to be
the fresh air that you breathe
as you deeply inhale
the night's gentle breeze
I desire to immerse your aura
in the rivers that have existed
since the creation of time
So that even in death
your spirit shall always remain