by Lyricly Stout

Created on: February 04, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Her rivers are blue but I can't swim
her waters call me
beckon me in
like a wave that ripples beneath my skin
restrained by choice
restricted by conviction
her earth is green and nurtures life
with fruit so sweet
but I can't bite
I've often wept within her shade
it changes nothing
my bed is made
her skys are wide and full of breath
with winds that cool and calm my depths
she is the moon as it should be
reflecting light for me to see
and I, the sun, in blinding glow
am losing myself in melting snow.

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