by Esther Wangari
I am not yours, although am lost.
Not in you and not anywhere,
Perhaps in my own mind perhaps in my own bubble,
I long to be found, not by you though..,
Maybe by this my own king
Who rides on a white handsome horse
Or maybe by this my own prince
Whose kiss wakes me up from this spell
The little magic wands I need…
To light little twinkle stars…
If you love me, come find me,
Hint…
My spirit is beautiful and bright,
I shine the brightest n giggle the loudest…
Yes, am a believer…
With no trace of doubt, if you can, come,
Whisper the magic words, arouse my ears
And the hairs on my head
A taper in a rushing wind
I am I, who long to be found
From this light lost in light.
Swept by the tempest of your love
By kelsy.
From:
Esther Wangari
Copyright ©:
Kelsy
Last updated September 24, 2016