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by Weeping Willow Nov 22, 2009 category : Life, society / meaning of life
Take me to the top An avalanche of wonder Take me to where the vultures can't reach I wish to see the horizon Void of obstructions Call my name And I wish to see Those distinctive eyes I wish to see your head Resting upon my chest I want to gaze upon Things of the future And things of the past For they will contribute A more gifted present To feel To feel the warmth Of your body embraced In mine To know of something concrete I had a rock But I have cracked it Weather worn and rotten It chipped so easily Clumsy me I dream to feel whole again Before, well, you know The substance helps me get there It engulfs me when your arms do not My one goal is contentment To awaken fresh Not held down By the gravity of life To soar with the eagles Not to scavenge with the crows