Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Number One

They call me
I was standing in the stream
There were stones, and water flowing by them
I was asking

Where are you, my number one? Where are you?

You whom I adore
For whom I fight
and
For whom my tears flow

Last night in a dream - I went Mad for you

Where are you, my number one?

They are calling me back
But I am standing in the stream
My hand is clutching for you
To hold yours, the hand

Of my number one

The unearned things are going
The unearned thoughts are going

But the heart's desire remains.

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