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A
calling amidst the moon and stars
of a love so divine that transcends
A longing of the hearts desire
a completion of the counterpart
of a love so divine that transcends
A longing of the hearts desire
a completion of the counterpart
Silence reigns the days and nights
as sorrow takes hold of existence
Hoping to be heard in the whispers
of the sublime nights beckoning
The
longing felt is much deeper than
the shallow desires of mind
Two souls still intertwined eternal
long after the flesh untangles of carnal lust´
the shallow desires of mind
Two souls still intertwined eternal
long after the flesh untangles of carnal lust´
You
feel a hunger that never ceases
as the heart pangs to be nourished
sense the haunting radiance
The slivers tease, of moon lit nights
as the heart pangs to be nourished
sense the haunting radiance
The slivers tease, of moon lit nights
Calling
Calling
Calling
On
a distant shore, loves sublime
be
the sole possessor of the key
The
one who shall unlock all
of
which resides within heart
Such
sweet mysteries to unravel
within
the mind, body and soul
In
the silence of nights whispers
carried
upon the autumns breeze
Listening
Listening
Listening
......Of closed eyes
and fingers tips
Lips softly trace the trail of tears
and taste the salts of long dead seas,
where the sirens call was laid to rest
Lips softly trace the trail of tears
and taste the salts of long dead seas,
where the sirens call was laid to rest
Sweet
music like chimes in spring
inebriated in the scent of rose
and the velvety smooth, petals touch
as the whippoorwill sings
inebriated in the scent of rose
and the velvety smooth, petals touch
as the whippoorwill sings
Calling
Calling
Calling
Calling
Calling
Awaiting
a sign amid the silence
hearing
the captivating melodies
Enraptured
is the essence of being
as
I yearn to yield to song anew
To
awaken in true loves embrace
as
days, go by in tell-a-tale fashion
Where
nothing else exists – absent
a
mere moment in time, at a standstill
During
the night as I listen…
It is where you listen…
To
the beckoning of another’s core
In
each heartbeat filled with sorrow
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