Dec 19, 2011


Like a shaman prayer sung towards the deep winter night sky
I cry out for the sun to return, and burn candles of hope.
Epiphanies quickly dawned upon me with a glimpse of maybes
and a lingering taste of dejavu ironically in your eyes.
But where I look farther inside, I can really see nobody but me,
because I'll never want from you nothing else than mine.
Like an oyster solidly attached to its rock sips nothing but seawater,
I can't get enough of reassuring and mirroring hymns on your lips.

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