I’m going under now, under the stories you have told many times before

To others that you have opened your door,

Going under the spell , cast by your soul

To which the world moulds its memory of old

 

I’m going under now, as the river flows beneath the bridge

Built across the foaming waters of passion

Sweeping away the rags of riches

Held up by others as tokens of pictures 

Painted by the hand that writes the scriptures

 

I’m going under now, under the spell, you weave

With the ether so well.

Locking the doors , bolting the gate

Barricading me in from all the hate,

Sinking into your eyes

Breathing in the rivers of sighs .

 

I’m going under now, closing my eyes 

Stopping  the light, let the heat of the night,

Wash the musics soft guitars 

Float up to stars, of a billion suns

Burning bright until, and as you are, with me they are done.

 

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