I am not yours, no lost in you,
Not lost, though I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light
Oh, plunge me deep in love, put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind
Swept by the tempest of your love
A taper in the rushing wind.
Sara Teasdale,
I Am Not Yours
What would it be like to dance naked?
Letting your inner beauty shine.
But exposing your deepest secret.
But... Would it matter?
Would the music sweep the dusty thoughts from your mind?
... Would you dance?
 Toribail · Thu May 29, 2008 @ 01:48am · 2 Comments |
