Woven Hand
Orchard Gate
At the orchard gate todayWas that tomorrowIstenemMake a fireKiss your heartRishaArabic for featherIn this way my loveWhispers to meWarm, beloved and stillIn this way my loveCome to meIn a language of two handsIt is a strange poetryShe is turningTurning inFrom all the temples of oldFrom all the holdsIn which its stowedTurning into goldIn his way throughA sacred dimensionLetras de cancionesNot by mightNor by powerBy his spiritHis loving intentionHis loving intentionIn this way my loveWhispers to meWarm, beloved and stillIn this way my loveCome to meIn a language of two handsIt is a strange poetrySee the golden chariot wheelIt glitters downTo the bottom of the red sea deepI see the end nowEntertaining thoughts of sleepIn this way my loveWhisper to meWarm beloved and stillIn this way my loveCome to meShe is turningShe is turning inIn the language of two hands She is turning inShe is turningTurning into gold
From Letras Mania