| Gentle night is lying, prayer soft with calm, across my quiet back. Silence touches slowly then whispers of infinity and you ... Oh, let me fall tonight into the open spaces in between my heartbeat and your words. I'll breathe my name into a frosted sky and watch as it unravels into misty swirls, dissolving into unbound thought and you ... Love is painting songs across my heart again, tonight let me become one brush stroke of your wild and genius intent. Daylight climbs between grey clouds and tousled winter covers, trailing wind sharp claws across my starry dreaming. |
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