You give my soul thoughts that collide with magical lands of the moon.....
You give my soul thoughts that collide with magical lands of the moon And follow songs with an urge to be a cloud in your sky Rushing along unbound head over heels With a spirit that grows Like a flower of past times, until I long for you now To be the dew of quiet in the gardens Where I roam
My eyes light to meet yours again as fate melts into a substance That penetrates the delivery of my own destiny Then you gently take me to drink From the ground I kiss As if I am a bottomless sea that lives for all ages Sent to make you know you are loved When morning comes
You give my soul thoughts that are ever speaking as tears of joy They are guarded by breezes in the palest moonlight I know that when I take my last breath Into your arms of love I will fly To sweetly surrender my own song you discovered As the dew of quiet in the gardens Where I roam
This is ancient balladeering; obviously, predates Shakespear, by a lot.
I'd love to know, Neva, who it is you're singing to. Seems more like a god than a man.
Still, while this work appears to be purposely woven to approach concepts with a roundabout flourish, it manages to convey so very much, in an undeniably endearing way. Neva's way.
you do realize that "just you dreaming" means that all your readers will dream together with you, don't you? :) "you give my soul thoughts that are ever speaking" - *sighing here*...
It never fails to paint a picture in ones mind of their own garden which they roam. The language is delicately woven into a blanket wich I would love to have on a cold night.
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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