Everywhere I look I see your face
I hear your song
I feel your grace
Everywhere you see me
Standing long
waiting on your embrace
I hear I hear your arrival
I hear I hear the sound of your steps
steps leading down a winding path
the kings men steer down the even steps
leading down the crooked terrace
the palatial roses all decided to cheer up as often as we run through the garden
silently whispering, a call from the juniper tree
whooo! whooo! whooo!
hooting? ‘that’s meant for me?
A Silent Chilling effect rings past my head
the sound of fluttering, beating
the shadowy figured,
looming overhead under the starlight,
makes me wonder.
By golly it’s just trees!
It’s trees I spotted from my bed!
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