IF I could make maize grow in a desert
Then that power I possess by your will,
That which can make static air become wind,
That which can cause trees swing side by side.
If I feel down and out right now,
It is that I am not living by your shadow
For when I walk in your shadow I feel my heart serene,
It gives me strength to walk on, to live
THE moment I stray far from you,
I come face-a-face with my enemies I fear,
I meet straight out with devastation,
I discover that all green grass is brown-scorched
And flowers of yesterday have drooped in the sun
As if sulking as in suffering from a cold;
The mountain appears massive and strange
And I speculate: alone who can craft a mountain?
The flash I drift far from you,
The sea ripples with fumed waves and iced storms
As if it is a combat zone for warring nations
WHEN I struggle with you in my soul,
I get upset and my essence sheds tears
Not of hate, but of my incredible love for you,
I am derisory and without you am dead
For I cannot have sane mind-set anymore,
I feel like a man who died two centuries ago.
I cannot lope far from you as your shadow is ample
And it has unsullied, piercing eyes
That can see anything veiled and exposed;
I cannot talk sick of you my superior,
Your sharp ear resembling that of a wild hare
Hears the lot I whisper, you are amazing
I will not think perverse of you
Since you already know what I think,
You know when I am faking at you.
SO by your shadow I shall subsist,
It is not momentary like that of human beings,
Even when the sun is out of the array
And when the moon has botched as often,
Your shadow still shall be felt universally,
Though it can never be seen by man;
By your shadow I shall live
And my heart and soul I shall wholly give you
As a token of my sky-love for you my grace.
What else can I give you other than my heart?
Other than my passionate true love?
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