DREAMING (by jann c castor, 3 of march 1999) |
I feeel my touch and I hear my words better than anybody but believe me - My love is strange and it will shadow me I feel your fear and I see your demons but believe me I won't cast them away If you cannot share it with me I am anxious but All I know is that I think My lovers and my past I discarded them all I feel full and empty And, at the same time I ask the Gods f I am sick an sorrrowful O, dear beloved, |