Full Moon
Heart skips a beat
to the lure of your drum in my head
your eyes
calling my name from the dead
and I can hear
nothing
and see nothing
by the sound of your lighthouse
drowning my distant fears.
to the lure of your drum in my head
your eyes
calling my name from the dead
and I can hear
nothing
and see nothing
by the sound of your lighthouse
drowning my distant fears.
posted by Ruby Justice at 7:13 AM
4 Comments:
You're in your nest
feeling your best
go forth with your whims
your love and your hymns
bathe in the sounds
of his drum as he pounds
it is the day that you share
it is the day that you dare
Ah, this is sweet...much better put than "a basket of hair" I have to say...between potato chips, oceans, Hobbits, espresso, rolled cigarettes, arak, and good food, can there be anything but a good result?
uh uh! :-)
and oh! this is me hala by the way.
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