Have You,

Have you ever been to a well with talking waters That breathe life into your soul with silent words That love feels as sure as the sun in a hot desert But can get as cold as dew on a gloomy morning Have you ever met your heart in someone’s And thought that reality is a dream You don’t want to wake up from Even with its webs entangled around your mind And storms of wars stir in your world That you choose to lay in sweet captivity For the sake of what it makes you feel I’ve been there I’ve finished my hair twisting and turning On a sweaty pillow in the longest nights Painting pictures of jigsaw puzzle dreams Connecting dots to create trees of unimaginable realms The woman Have you ever found yourself free in a person’s lips In that moment Like a blind man’s bliss of his first ever shot at sight But if the heart’s eyes are closed You can never really meet love Nor hear her pass by you Even in the wildest ride on top of a skyscraper’s cliff Or a journey to the deepest root of the tallest tree Can our souls grow wings then So we could plant mustard seeds Of the sweetest things So we could be true to our hidden nakedness And marry reality with fantasy Spread the painting brush smoothly Across the pregnant canvas On which our ***** merriment gains shape With different colours, carelessly So we could be one with ourselves And with God