The stars are your eyes
the moon is your forehead
the sky is your face
awaiting the sun

The clouds are you lips
and they long to be kissed
they cradle me softly
awaiting the sun

Your reflection on the ocean
remains sailors light
their mirror to heaven
as they pass through the night

So please shove and wake me
when morning has come
and I'll gather thee swiftly
awaiting the sun

09/29/2005

Posted on 09/29/2005
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