Do
you see it
when you wake up?
In the pure blue of the morning has it flown yet?
Do you hear it
in the way the birds that sing in the palm trees hold you?
Or is it all in your mind still,
rippling in the silence?
When the sunlight fills you,
do you pray that it is watching over every word that you speak?
That it holds there every word of it until you release in the night?
Do you feel it
to be closer than the shadows on your
doorstep outside the sight of human eyes?
When
the sunlight fills you,
do you pray that it is watching over every word that you speak?
That it holds there every word of it
until you release in the night?
Do you feel it
to be closer than the shadows on your
doorstep outside the sight of human eyes?
Do
you feel it
to be closer
than the shadows on your doorstep outside the sight of human eyes?
Every word that you speak,
that it holds there every word of it until you
release in the night?