Come a little closer and dream of oceans,
And I will be firm as a rock wasting it all
To your grand plan of whatever it is
That you hide beneath your guts.
Break out from felony of his sickness
For you were a victim and not the master.
His slavery with words of passion is damned,
My love with only a petal is but pure.
Come a little closer and winds will shake
Into a storm, budding out cries.
‘O finally victory to thee’ the winds will sing,
My muse, my beauty is in a million reasons to live.
Come for me Today. Come again tomorrow.
And you will find me in nirvana with the petal
Of your love-of our love.
Come again tomorrow and smile before my grave, with grace.
I have lived an eniterity with you
Yet the search for purpose was always ingnited.
Come to the path of essence, of my fragnance,
The stars will guide you through your purpose.
Not be a slave, not be a myth,
Neither Alexander, nor saints did ever all lived,
Be yourself, be your master.
Mystery is everything with answer- know the answer.
insanets 