My sweetest dear
My sweetest dear
Whose eyes are my soul's elixir
Five moons upon us
As our dreams bend the stars
That paddock full of wild flowers
Now yields the softest grass
My hands passing over those seeded heads
As the wind sways them to you
We meet there one day
One day, any day , every day
Finally that dream awoken
Nervous hands with nervous eyes
A remedy for our racing hearts
Salves the skin that knows not touch
As the same air saturates us
We yield unto each other
Copyright © Josh Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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