In out-of-the-way places of the heart, Where your thoughts never think to wander, This beginning has been quietly forming, Waiting until you were ready to emerge. For a long time it has watched your desire, Feeling the emptiness growing inside you, Noticing how you willed yourself on, Still unable to leave what you had outgrown....
Saturday mellow
All the wild horses Tethered with tears in their eyes May no man's touch ever tame May no man's reigns ever chain you And may no man's weight ever defrayed your soul And as for the clouds Just let them roll...
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