Wednesday, 24 December 2008

fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so 
Upon the fields of barley 
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth 
Among the fields of gold 



I'm also waiting for walking in fields of gold. I thought I had met the person. But at the moment he is just a clew of feelings, images and moments. And I wish you merry Christmas, but I do not know which words are the most appropriate...

1 comment:

Vale said...

=)

that's why I'm glad I have a blog, certain things will be there forever

=)