pmrenaissance : lovenotes...
who is she?
who am i?
i love you, beautiful you. to see the morning come up in your arms, to kiss the slumber from your lips, such is the stuff dreams are made of... i lay across your pillow and smell you there, closing my eyes you are close to me again as i sleep in the arms of my lover... the snow falls now, silently soft and enveloping everything i breathe deeply and immerse myself, finding the sweetest air between the snowflakes, imagining you dancing there
girl of vanilla and clover her eyes like sunlight her hands like wind she is free as the rain her song is golden angel in polyester and leather her reason has style her love like heaven she takes me by the hand here i stand engaged be whatever i need to be she loves me as she found me as she always knew me before i knew myself at midnight she's sleeping i am watching her breathing lightly feeling her sleeping so close beside i can't feel where she begins or i end madly love the beholder her beauty - the light in my eyes her angels watching out for us standing beside her and i keeping us far from falling
this day is moving through me like a breeze i am here i am still here you may not feel these things with me but they're real they're a part of me time has gone by me like a grey blur i have been looking out through glassy eyes balanced like a bird on a wire holding so close to everything you hold me but you cannot reach me you can show me, but i can't show to you falling down the mountainside crashing into stone and green things the places my mind will lie the corners of my eye closed rapidly i cannot feel, i must be free i feel your hair crossing me like freedom i am aware what you bring from within me take part in me
