Your Face

Water Lily freedom

Where does the spirit lay?

Freedom, lying in shadows of light and clay



I trace your feet like transparent thrones

I dream of your clinging, I am not alone

I glide with you, draw you with kole

You paint the river, I am not alone



That lover in the crash

That scent lingers now

Your face

Your face



I trace your feet like transparent thrones

I dream of your clinging, I am not alone

I glide with you, draw you with kole

Your paint the river, I am not alone