Come My Love
I am taken by the sweet morning sunshine
The melodies of wings;
And the stillness of dew
I breathe big and deep in the morning silence
Not contemplating, not day-dreaming
But morning basking
I’m transcended by wrestling leafs and crisp clean air
I’m taken from my worries,
And from time itself
Not just taken from but taken to;
With what a loud voice You speak this morn
What a seducer you are
My heart pounds with the pulse of earth
My soul cries out with the trees
Oh come, lover come!
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