Sunday, 6 April 2014

Time an occasional dream of mine....

I leave the lady meditating 
on the very love which I, I do not wish to claim, 
Gently weeping nights
It was long, long ago
And I can't touch your name
In my madness
I see your face in mine
I keep a photograph
It burns my wall with time
between the hour and the age, 
once again, once again, 
love calls you by your name....
I'm traveling by land 
Traveling through the dawn of day 
You're always on my mind 
I can't stay away
I had forgotten about you 
Then you turned up again 
I always knew 
We were meant to be more than friends,
You got the key to my brain...  

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You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....
You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So, it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow...