Wild as the ocean, free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.






Wild as the ocean. Free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.





Friday, February 11, 2011

Music to my ears

My lover will sing to me. He will croon and moan until I fall.
Breathing hot sweet wind from his soul into mine. 
It will carry me deeper into love, into places I've seen in my imagination when the sunlight hits my face.
And yet places I've never been.  
Waiting patiently, it will all make sense at once, pieces locking into themselves becoming one.
And I will rise up to meet him, breath for breath, inhaling, breathing out, inhaling deeper, into pure love. 

©1/3/11 by Danya Mosgofian

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