One Hand Holds a Lilly
morning light, love me, like the world turns round- slowly and without pause.
be gentle with me. let me hold your hand, roaming these streets without cause.
a record is your voice, eyes of a dark wood forest, and, filling up the air, your laugh's sincere.
meadow flower, love me, but at a steady pace. let me fall like moons throughout the year.
((One Hand Holds a Lilly || And in the Other, a Flame))












