Friday, February 11, 2011

I AM WITH YOU

There is a bird,
Calling out,
Before the indigo night,
Turns to light.

She knows my secrets,
This little one,
Having seen,
I was with You,
In my dreams.

She knows my secrets,
This little one,
Having seen,
I wake in Your arms.

How can I say,
Where she begins and I end?
When we dance and sparkle,
As one perfect,
Song of love.

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