The war for love
вторник, 23 декабря 2008
The war for love
I see my dreams in the rippling waves,
The soft caresses of the sea to the shore.
And the fleetness of the of the tickling, playing
Wind as it gently laps and teases the wave’s tips.
The ache of the deep, wet, abiding seas
To rise and soar like the free wind
This is part of me.
In another life, I was part of that huge, shifting
White frilled being. That massive essence.
It is you I yearn for. You, my wind.
The life I breathe day after day.
That others take for granted,
And then lose with the coming of death.
I know you, you crazy, half-lunatic.
So funny, fickle a little thing are you.
The pinkness you leave on my cheeks as you
Speed off to your next destination is usually
The only thing I have to cherish the day through.
I’d like you next to me, on me, anywhere near me.
I’d fancy you in any form, just to be beside you.
I’d like to hear the wind again, whispering in my ear,
Just to know you were there.
You’re the one I want to gently push me back and
Lay me to my bed cloth, and love me till I break.
Even to just have your hand in mine,
To see your lovely eyes and a little smirk on your face.
To hear your warm laugh, and to know your gentle ways.
You’re the one I love, the one I wake to with each dawn
And each new day’s break.
And as I hear the wind calling… I hear your footsteps coming.
The soft caresses of the sea to the shore.
And the fleetness of the of the tickling, playing
Wind as it gently laps and teases the wave’s tips.
The ache of the deep, wet, abiding seas
To rise and soar like the free wind
This is part of me.
In another life, I was part of that huge, shifting
White frilled being. That massive essence.
It is you I yearn for. You, my wind.
The life I breathe day after day.
That others take for granted,
And then lose with the coming of death.
I know you, you crazy, half-lunatic.
So funny, fickle a little thing are you.
The pinkness you leave on my cheeks as you
Speed off to your next destination is usually
The only thing I have to cherish the day through.
I’d like you next to me, on me, anywhere near me.
I’d fancy you in any form, just to be beside you.
I’d like to hear the wind again, whispering in my ear,
Just to know you were there.
You’re the one I want to gently push me back and
Lay me to my bed cloth, and love me till I break.
Even to just have your hand in mine,
To see your lovely eyes and a little smirk on your face.
To hear your warm laugh, and to know your gentle ways.
You’re the one I love, the one I wake to with each dawn
And each new day’s break.
And as I hear the wind calling… I hear your footsteps coming.
The war for love
The war for love
The war for love
The war for love
The war for love
The war for love
The war for love
понедельник, 22 декабря 2008
The war for love
The war for love
The war for love
The war for love