Take My Hand Into Your World
When I'm seen with eyes that gleam
and sounds that seem to hover,
the pleasure of my presence cared
in conversation treasure.
I listen and I talk to you.
I'm naked, I'm bared but I'm feeling so together.
Unconditional feelings arise in me.
I'm turned to you to give permission
to take my hand into your world
for time inside your vision...
...but time gets short.
I'm feeling tired.
If I was shining now I'm not.
my armours getting heavy.
I need to leave
and rest my thoughts,
so I can be the best I can
if we will meet again.
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