Monday, October 6, 2008

The Nile of my own


Every bone thrives for morrow
what the birds and beasts will bring
my mind needs to be still
sleep now,let the breath inside me sing

long for longer nights
where I be with my beasts for a while
your soft fingers brushing through mine
through the dark land your my nile

I long for you, from the mountains of my dream
I draw you in sands below
let not you from your eyes within
im the sin, im the dark seed ,your the only glow I know

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