Here I am I breathe so high
From my eyes the salt of my heart I do cry
My soul slowly dying as the loneliness of time drags by!
We together the dove that fly’s
Yet now apart our wings be cut
And the wind beneath our falling body
“Memories of sacred touch!”
I cry for you my holder of time
I cry for you my severed sky
I cry for you my distant bride!
“My soul is soaking
This my paradox broken!"
(Thank you all for your time and words!)