into your hair
gently sitting
silently calling
silently calling
waiting to pass
the wet grass
brushing against your feet
you run through
carelessly caressing
mindlessly trespassing
in the break of dawn
as the first ray of light
hits the lawn
hits the lawn
the darkness of the night
fades away
fades away
the world is yours;
if you run fast enough,
if you catch the light
streaming through
open windows
open windows
grab it.
capture it.
keep it.
demand it.
...maybe
- perhaps -
own it.
in the palm
of your hand
never let it go
forever keep it safe
to warm your soul
those endless winter nights
when all you have;
a distant memory.
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