Wandering To Places
Wandered to the bottom,
And the top;
Wandered to the South,
And the North.
The Northern lights were comforting,
The Southern summer beautiful;
Been to the East,
And to the West.
The air, The Mountains, The Beaches,
Conquered them all;
Except your heart,
And that penetrates my soul.
The comfort I have,
When I lie between your breast;
And you hold me tight,
Your breath muffled deep;
And buried in my chest.
Your head resting on my heart,
As I hear you sleep;
The sleep I get,
I never got;
Under the Northern lights.
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