Happy Valentines my Poompa!!!
Little Lady of the LandI give this flower
For your hand
For whether it be calm or storm
My love for you
Stays ever warm (AM)
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from above and below , the dark skies blink and the swirling seas lie the colour of ink. Perhaps one day in the darkest of night i will learn the art of flight and sleep the slubmer of the alive in your whispering arms. AM
till the world fades away
For every shining dawn,
There is a rising sun,
And in this World of damp dark cold,
I would you be my one. AM.
There is a rising sun,
And in this World of damp dark cold,
I would you be my one. AM.
incomplete
little fingers reached up
like catepillars
round and fat
aglow with prefection's unconscious ionnocence
rain of tears and warmth of love
stirred flutterings of spirit
like catepillars
round and fat
aglow with prefection's unconscious ionnocence
rain of tears and warmth of love
stirred flutterings of spirit
the sea
breathing and heaving
and seething and sighing
a roaring monster
giving brith to life
and a sovreign beauty
taking it.
foaming white horses
lay claim to the land
charging and receiding
and conquiring and retreating,
it draws into itself again.
and seething and sighing
a roaring monster
giving brith to life
and a sovreign beauty
taking it.
foaming white horses
lay claim to the land
charging and receiding
and conquiring and retreating,
it draws into itself again.
pink framed in silver wings
let me close my eyes,
and drown in your heartbeat;
feel the rush
from the brush of your skin.
breathing in your words,
sighing out my love,
while whispers of eternity wind round me
like a vine in spring
whose vivid buds bloom and fade,
and bloom again
and drown in your heartbeat;
feel the rush
from the brush of your skin.
breathing in your words,
sighing out my love,
while whispers of eternity wind round me
like a vine in spring
whose vivid buds bloom and fade,
and bloom again
