that love is king
yet i am dead
yet i am dead
the weeping source
the wounded knee
the crag
the fortress
you and me
my arms unfold
smooth
each fibre torn
in my embrace
you are reborn
a soldier
sinner
holy knight
the moon is fixing
stars tonight
dancing here
spurning on
laughing
spinning
moving from
i am she
that cradles youth
the secret knowing
the primal truth
rest your head
upon my lap
adorn thy heart
with natures sap
listen heart
hear my prayer
seeds are scattered
here and there
in the air
i whisper so
haunting
dreaming
weaving flow
More than moving, sweets! Soul uplifting is what it is... with a touch of melancholy or perhaps poignance.
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