Distance

pre 2000

Blanketed by the sun
where here there is shelter
lend me your warmth

And as blue fades
clouds pulled apart
I am left solitary
seeking out first star

Allow the moon's light to guide me home,
whispered noise
to the beat of steps on sone

Following white light,
perfect blades of grass
I know not of where I am going,
just as long as it is not where I have been.

Pull me by the hand
I am guided easy, by you
the strong
I know not of where I am going,
as long as it is far from here
I know not of where I am going,
only that you take me there.

And I do not know of fear,
I am not resistant
I am follower
I am blinded
the Light, it does not guide me
not like the search for my heart

That is where you may find me

Warm again at last

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