CHILD FROM THE EAST
And in the morning...
when I couldn't open my eyes
this time will never erase those hours again
and there's a memory that's weighing me down
so heavy with something from outside
My world is billowing in circles...
like a tended lion sleeping under -
an umbrella tree on a Savanna
And this morning
I now feel alive, death is behind me
and as love approaches from the East...
within a yellow balloon of silken thread
The face which is in the mist is the one
I've been waiting, thriving and thirsting
to kiss hold and love like no other, For
no other can bring comfort to me like her
My child from the Easte, face in the mist
make me yours, take me for I am yours
all of me, heart, body and soul...for ever
By B. R. Walker
Copywriter UK 2013