Though the universe spins on your finger.
And the moon sets and hums in your eyes.
I can see the space left in-between us.
The road of good intentions and pride.
Now as the ghosts settle into their cupboards.
And the demons hide under our bed.
I will drip further into your madness.
Caught up in your sleepy cobwebs.
For my soul is no longer loyal.
It betrays my needs for yours.
It would throw me into your ocean.
To further the movement of your oars.
As your little boat heads towards Neverland.
And my truth falls slowly to sleep.
Into your dreams I will tiptoe.
Blind to the wonders so deep.
I renounce my agnostic position.
I bow to every whim you command.
I will crucify my own indignation.
Through the flicker and twist of your hand.
Because all I want is your happiness.
To germinate from our love and our light.
That is why I cling like a barnacle.
To your boat and your soul so tight.
That giving of self for All. Very lovely.
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Exactly, something i notice you do quite frequently. Glad you liked this one.
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This is perfection.
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Ah, thank you. That is lovely to hear, glad you enjoyed it so much.
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