Outer Space
Even in deep space, your love holds me down, Your embrace has weight, and keeps me coming, back…
Have you been baptised in the river Ganges
or tasted the sweet, succulence of pomegranate?
It beckons you with a single gesture,
then lingers like fragrant jasmine.
No funeral pyre is complete without its song,
a haunting melody that intoxicates the senses;
glimpses of past lives flash in your mind
transporting you to simpler times.
“It beckons you with a single gesture,”
— Purification.
Even in deep space, your love holds me down, Your embrace has weight, and keeps me coming, back…
When I rage, I rumble, cave, and crumble, slip and stumble, bleak, I bumble,…
You came along when skies were dark, just like a song, you left your mark. Upon my heart, I felt a…
my love is just another crutch; a whole circus, tainted by trust. oh wizard me, enchanted thee;…