snowfaire
Bluelighter
Is it the power bestowed
or the ache from loss,
which propells my soul forward?
the violet magnitude
the eliquent hue..
in this, i sense you
everywhere at once..
threw purity
in the raw
i heard the call
of my name.
over your lips
up & over the very tip..
top of the highest trees
under & over the deep seas
i feel a yearning ... for me
and true.
it may be blind, to my naked eye
this force
that i cannot deny
it's the somethin'
in this heart which knows
... that was not our last
goodbye
or the ache from loss,
which propells my soul forward?
the violet magnitude
the eliquent hue..
in this, i sense you
everywhere at once..
threw purity
in the raw
i heard the call
of my name.
over your lips
up & over the very tip..
top of the highest trees
under & over the deep seas
i feel a yearning ... for me
and true.
it may be blind, to my naked eye
this force
that i cannot deny
it's the somethin'
in this heart which knows
... that was not our last
goodbye
