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| It Feels Like Home by � vision_wolfe It's all so familliar; This grass these trees that sky- So full of aching blue That I want to cry tears of sunshine And give you the diamonds of my heart While you smile And tell me with laughter In the timbre of your voice That there's nothing happier Than the tears of a well-loved woman. Oh I want to be that hawk That flies over your Mountain late at night So that you might hear My cry of victory At having found you. I want to be the wolf At your door, on your porch Keeping watch on the love within While keeping my eyes To the stars without. To the wind in the trees I want to say Wait for me Let me go where you are going For I know On some sunny windy wild morning You will breathe your breath Upon his body while I watch The arc and grace of him Moving closer to his dreams; For they are my dreams, And it is my breath And that is my heart He is seeing beneath His closed eyes. Vision Wolf, who understands intimately the weight of longing and the length of waiting |
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