Monday, January 2, 2012

oblivion embraces


Tender breaths sail past me
Faint songs caress my ear
Silent depths surround me
I long for my lover to draw near

Turn, he whispers, to the birds
Their wandering elegance soothes me
Follow, he murmurs, the deer
Their strength and devotion moves me

Suddenly melodies slip from my lips
I follow the wind like a dove
Power and wisdom flow to and from me
Zealous passion becomes my love

But when the moon rises high to its peak
And the owls of the night turn their faces
My heart, mind, and soul grow quietly still
And sweet dark oblivion embraces

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