Sunday, March 29, 2009

your presence splendid comfort brings
and mends my heart until it sings
but just as I so often do
I confuse air and water through

so when I have you by my side
and fear and passion both subside
I long for you though you are there
perhaps there is more of you to spare

a man towards the wind takes breath
and sees before his eyes his death
fancying himself a poor damn fool
for drowning in an empty pool

your presence overwhelms me still
and turns my thoughts against my will
to times that for me were pure joy
when you were a girl and I a boy

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