Spinning from courage
That moment of being,
That words were made...
by love and grace.
I saw you...
I had touch you...
Only for a moment,
in the eclipse of your...
just your own Moon.
You are the coyote,
the trickter,
the lover,
the poet,
But fear of too much
Made you sober.
And I drink your words,
your emptiness...
and my heart is full
Just by love,
By touching Gaia
Of your own
Madness...
I am just sitting
With you...
No pain,
No boundaries,
No future...
Just sitting
And loving...
Your heart,
your soul...
No fear,
No regret...
Just, just
Pure love.
That moment of being,
That words were made...
by love and grace.
I saw you...
I had touch you...
Only for a moment,
in the eclipse of your...
just your own Moon.
You are the coyote,
the trickter,
the lover,
the poet,
But fear of too much
Made you sober.
And I drink your words,
your emptiness...
and my heart is full
Just by love,
By touching Gaia
Of your own
Madness...
I am just sitting
With you...
No pain,
No boundaries,
No future...
Just sitting
And loving...
Your heart,
your soul...
No fear,
No regret...
Just, just
Pure love.
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