Changling
Changing the day into night
Riding winds and rain that feel so right.
She waits so close and patiently,
For burning suns and truth in flames
To warm this room, to warm her heart,
A ghost to hold her hope across the brilliant light that glows.
Changing fear into this peace
Holding flowers that drop to her feet.
She waits so sure and innocent,
For rooms of sound and joy inside
To burst from open hands and silence,
A ghost to heal her empty soul as she lies beneath the stars.
Giving up and giving in
Shaping dreams and shadows she leaves me.
I wait inside this room again,
For cooling hands and gentle words
To feel so real, to feel her kiss,
To call her name, the angel, and sit beneath her gaze once more.
Changing tears into this life
Prayers, like leaves, soft beneath my feet.
I wait beside this deep blue pool,
For the footsteps that lead me back towards her door
To believe in love, to feel her kiss,
A ghost to hold, a child pure, and a chance to watch the sky now sleep.
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