We are kindred spirits--you and I.
We are the same in our minds,
in our bodies, and in our spirit.
You are the one promised to me.
I'll pray to the moon,
an offering set adrift on the sea.
With the turning of the tide
she'll whisper words to start your search.
Time passes. The leaves are falling and
the clock on the wall is motionless.
Another season is near its end
yet this affinity holds true.
The cold winds blow bitterly now.
These are the hours of my discontent.
The only thing that warms me
is the sound of your voice in the wind.
As the sun renews so does hope.
His light embraces me with warmth.
I can taste you in my dreams.
It won't be long now.
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