Asleep my body lays and waits
for your gentle touch of life
A kiss to wake me from my death
A cure away from the knife

Alone my soul wanders free
No body to hold it down
Searching for his goddess
in her angelic gown

Happy my heart rests
for it dreams of your embrace
And still I live in my dream
Where I can still see your face.

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Filed under: Poetry - @ October 25, 2009 5:12 am