The slightest touch
sends me home
with your kiss, your voice
I'm never alone
Your hands become
the memories I write
the line is blurred
between morning and night
Ecstasy rides high
upon different wings
inspired by songs
that no one dared sing
Do you know in that whisper
there lies a key
to everything you deny
and thoughts you did conceive
The answers dreamt
from prose and past
are now solid in stone
when the hour has passed
Darkened doubts
have found their place
nowhere near
this given grace
Strength for a clime
destined to be won
was found at the risk
of flying too close to the sun
But feathers neither burned
nor stricken from your mind
Allow you to glimpse and grasp
the hand of lost time
At final sleep
you will find me once more
placing the crown
at the foot of your door
Bowing with a sigh
for the sickness you endured
for a love you always knew
to be real, true and pure
Which in forthcoming years...
became your permanent cure
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