Monday, April 11, 2016
quietly alive
still
bleeding,
afloat,
this clear
lake
inside
in which i
bathe
still breathing
through this skin
through this skin
where my
soul
is caged
with arms
crossed
still
bleeding,
quietly alive,
walking
beyond
all what i
left behind
still moving
but with
less luggage,
free to
love,
walking
across the desert
of you and
me
with a
flower in my mouth
and
thistles
like a
donkey
just
trotting along
and
stopping here
and there,
unruly and
stubborn
as i came
to life,
not in a
hurry to die
and waiting
for the sound
of your feet
dancing
over the stones,
clapping
and turning
on your way
with the
ease of laughter
which
follows me
into my
long-eared dreams.
your voice near
breaking,
you live in
me
still stumbling
i am here
i am there
and i swim
in my lake
where i shall take
you when you will
understand
my language
as a child
does
our path grows
under the
stars,
we are
going
home.
Lisa Gerrard - Sleep
My attends to you
As a mother hears
While her children sleep
Now look
See how they're dreaming
The black reciter reads
While the children sleep
Don't go so
Deep in slumber
Where you'll shy
Know you'll wander
In sleep
Don't you fly
Too far away
Some men die
Without crying
Suffering so long
And alone
Softly, children
Dry your eyes
Gently, children
Be wise
My attends to you
As a mother hears
All her children's fears
So don't cry
All will wash away
When we pray
Soon
Soon
Soon
So if it's okay
I'll wait with you a while
The sun began to shine
Oh, look
Your wings are broken
But never a lie
Was spoken
The murdered thing
Is love, you see
Drifting on a bed
Of memory
Now sleep
Close your eyes
And have no fear
A wide blue sky
Is very near
Soon
Soon
Soon
Soon
Sleep
My attends to you
As a mother hears
While her children fears
Sleep
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