Oh, Lorette.


Oh You, Are Only

Oh you, are only
My everything and all
I was your ghost when small,
Our faraway home
Is where we shall meet again
Composed of Light and Signs from on high
Feel me breathing in the violets of your sigh,
Supposed to be alive like this in love a kiss too real to take
Away or steal as though our shadows ran together through the rain
Falls softly blue without a sound the perfect tone of touch resounds
So deeply true forever speaks
Inside Night the lightning breaks
New ground is growing
Oh you, are only.




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Written on 2014-10-26 at 02:00

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