A drop of inspiration beyond closed eyes,
lost beyond the thoughts of my mind.
It’s the world we live with, I ask to inspire.
A few words from it, is that too much we ask ?
Pain from a soul touches me today,
Far away from me,
She wanders the desert free,
An oasis of tears and her darkest fears,
Reading through her thoughts,
Her beautiful wand of words,
Touches my mind.
A language common to the souls,
I understand from one and I see it in all,
She hides her own and tells me to be gone,
To wander, to search, to love, to lust,
till the day I find another to fill my thirst..
She wishes only darkness from the sun,
Of the sky and ocean to be one,
Put an end to a dream dreamt,
Before the night had begun.
Is it not fair that she breath the air we do,
Is it not fair that she be amongst the stars,
With us here,
Not without us in a desert far.
The world without you is not to end,
A wound so deep, without you it will not mend.
The scent of you, untouched, unaware, it flies,
Like a drop of inspiration beyond closed eyes.
lost beyond the thoughts of my mind.
It’s the world we live with, I ask to inspire.
A few words from it, is that too much we ask ?
Pain from a soul touches me today,
Far away from me,
She wanders the desert free,
An oasis of tears and her darkest fears,
Reading through her thoughts,
Her beautiful wand of words,
Touches my mind.
A language common to the souls,
I understand from one and I see it in all,
She hides her own and tells me to be gone,
To wander, to search, to love, to lust,
till the day I find another to fill my thirst..
She wishes only darkness from the sun,
Of the sky and ocean to be one,
Put an end to a dream dreamt,
Before the night had begun.
Is it not fair that she breath the air we do,
Is it not fair that she be amongst the stars,
With us here,
Not without us in a desert far.
The world without you is not to end,
A wound so deep, without you it will not mend.
The scent of you, untouched, unaware, it flies,
Like a drop of inspiration beyond closed eyes.
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