Breathe

When the night claims you like a wayward leaf of old and it takes you to the caves where anything turns gold you don't ask any questions and you don't dare breathe you just follow her, like a light weight tumbled weed Down the passages of dark, down the staircase of rune every step a little deeper than the crevices of moon you can almost taste the air, on your tonguing clepe you can down the stars of heaven in one single leap Taking you by the waist it shall dance you through the elixir of happiness when your feeling down n' blue you just thank the Lord for the magic of this gift all you need is skin n' eyes to cross her lowly rift When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old and takes you to her caves, all etched with gold don't ask her any questions just go ahead breathe no, don't ask her anything at all, just breathe, yes breathe... Up the passage of light, up the ladder of shine Every step a little higher than the peak of mind You can almost smell the rain on the expecting clouds You can watch up close the orchestra of singing cherubs When you finally reach her, touch her golden hue Kiss her shiny hair locks and watch her shower dew She will breathe on you the fresh breeze of sea You should close your eyes and let your delusion free When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old and takes you to her haram and dresses you in gold don't ask her any questions just go ahead breathe You let her lead the dance, at lovebirds’ symphonic Rahy January 04, 2016 Written for "A Collaboration With Mystic Rose, Poem Entitled: "Breathe" - Poetry Contest "