Happiest Lion
Dear Friend, the North Wind
I have spoke with the North Wind'Friend', he said, 'I'm carrying you back'And I could not complainFor he who hath the breath of our God knows loveAs we ascend a warmth envelopes our skinSoft-lit moon, it's you who's giving itClouds could cover my eyes, but they will notBold patterns of white cut and pasted in the skyBold patterns of white wrap around me to my neckMoon you're not what I had perceived youA color wheel, not a monochrome bodySome stray cloud becomes my bedFight back sleep for what I'm caught up inMoon, you're all the friend I could ask forGlow for me like we hold some secretIf the last thing I saw was your warm loving faceAnd with that were lowered deep into my graveTo cower cold, no I think I'd be okay
From Letras Mania