Though I Run Ten Billion Years
© Surazeus
2016 01 01
Though I run ten billion years across plains
I can never catch the flowers of your heart.
The fertile Earth spins around hot Sun
ten billion years in waves of life and death.
But when I sit still under your fruit tree
you come give me the apple of your heart.
Though I run ten billion years over hills
I can never catch the light of your heart.
The shining Sun weaves the sphere of the Earth
ten billion years with threads of life and death.
But when I sit still on breast of your faith
you come give me the warm fire of your heart.
Though I sail ten billion years across seas
I can never catch the rain of your heart.
The swirling Sea billows in clouds of rain
ten billion years with coils of life and death.
But when I sit still by lake of your dreams
you come give me the water of your heart.
Though I fly ten billion years among clouds
I can never catch the breath of your heart.
The flowing Wind puffs our bodies with hope
ten billion years with breath of lie and death.
But when I sit still by cave of your eyes
you come give me the fresh words of your heart.
© Surazeus
2016 01 01
Though I run ten billion years across plains
I can never catch the flowers of your heart.
The fertile Earth spins around hot Sun
ten billion years in waves of life and death.
But when I sit still under your fruit tree
you come give me the apple of your heart.
Though I run ten billion years over hills
I can never catch the light of your heart.
The shining Sun weaves the sphere of the Earth
ten billion years with threads of life and death.
But when I sit still on breast of your faith
you come give me the warm fire of your heart.
Though I sail ten billion years across seas
I can never catch the rain of your heart.
The swirling Sea billows in clouds of rain
ten billion years with coils of life and death.
But when I sit still by lake of your dreams
you come give me the water of your heart.
Though I fly ten billion years among clouds
I can never catch the breath of your heart.
The flowing Wind puffs our bodies with hope
ten billion years with breath of lie and death.
But when I sit still by cave of your eyes
you come give me the fresh words of your heart.
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