Animus | by Andrew Lewis | |
You told me You would come tonight And I do not believe These high winds Would deter you
I stood for a while
Looking out for you |
Do you remember When we were walking On a cool spring day We crossed a field And at its centre
We noticed the horses
Why do I think of this now? |
You are my beast When you come I will ride you Hair blown about my face Laughing I will possess you But I will be afraid
Who is that who comes
It is the wind |