Arabica
From the tomb of life my poor heart does bleed
The depth of my grave is so deep I see
I struggle to breathe rich fresh air I need
To climb those deep grave walls to be free
It called from continents afar unknown
A light so bright yet such a long time hidden
To lift my soul from the weight of the stone
The breath of life you gave me unbidden
Oh without you our sweet arabica
When you cast your hot aromatic spell
Unlike Antony and Cleopatra
Our hearts are tied, together they will dwell
To crawl into the light you sent to me
Never leave my life now that is my plea.
© GG 31/7/2013
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