Friday, February 16, 2018
Sweet Spirit
At night, the stairs of this old house creaks
Whispering to me, sweet spirit sleeping soundly during the night.
The shadow movements, the fluid dance of a candles flame
Dances in our room like the Northern Lights
I take your hand, wrapping my legs around yours,
It is what night time soul vines do,
Coiling around the warmth, finding the placement of the sun.
Should I be praying? Your hand on my back, face to face.
Should we soar a little higher? During our dreams and back to reality
Passing the sands of time and endless oceans
I repeat to myself.
I don’t want to wake, I don’t want to wake.
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