The word weaver By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
I sit alone among the trees, my natural place of magic
Under the darkened skies, theclouds roll silently
Breathing in the sweet night air, my lungs greedy formore
Closing my weary eyes, I think of you, I breathe you in
Gathering my inner thoughts, letting them flow without any restrictions
Speaking into my own heart, I hear every beat it produces
I guide my words, they are born out of natures pull on me
Weaving them into a celestial message, made only for your wantingears
Mypsychic third eye is now upon you, I see into your heart wrenching cries
I can feel your heart and soul, I hold it in my astral hand now
The torment you feel becomes mine to hold, you give it willingly
Taking it upon myself to rid you of this tragic emotion, feel me I am with you
I call to you while you sleep, such restless dreams you have
My voice unheard by those around you, it will comfort you on your cold dark journey
Listen carefully with your secret heart, my words are there for the taking
And you shall hear me, that tiny whisper inside of your troubled mind
I am with you every night, guiding your scattered dreams
Shhhh……just listen….I am on the wind
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