3-25 Soft The Blowing Gentle Of Your Hand

When the night wind begins to whisper in my ear,

Soft the blowing gentle of your hand,

I wake, and I am awake,

in the soft blowing gentle of your hand,

I wrap myself in cotton and weave,

rough to my sleeping skin, I wrap myself,

and leave the tent flapping,

soft in the blowing gentle of your hand.

I wake,  and I am awake, to the sky,

so swallowing with stars, I fear,

and I am afraid, of the sky,

so swallowing with stars.

Cotton and weave wrap rough to waking skin,

when I see you, blur and form,

when I see you, sitting,

by the last of the fire, blur and form,

wind blowing soft and gentle from your hand,

I see you, blur and turn, a low whistle to swallow

the stars gathered around you,

embers of cotton and weave.

 I fear and I am afraid, to see you

in the sky, here with me, by the last of the fire,

but I am awake, and you are as gentle as the soft

blowing wind from your hands, it is you and I

by the last of the fire, you are smoke and earth,

smoldering in the shadows,  and I want.

 To be close,

to smell the smoke and earth of your skin,

smoldering in the shadow, but when I see your eyes,

swallowing the sky with the stars, I fear and I am afraid,

 but you call me, soft with gentle hand of the wind,

you call me,  to the smoke and earth,

smoldering in your shadow, I am afraid.

 I feel the cotton and weave, rough on my skin,

when it drops, under your touch, the cool of granite,

solid, smooth, cradling around me, gentle, soft in the wind

of your hand, feeling of earth and smoke, smoldering,

cool, smooth granite, I wake and I am awake,

looking at your eyes,  as they swallow the sky,

with stars forming, a blur, by the last of the fire,

smelling of smoke and earth, you are afraid of me.

I am limited, but you are afraid of me,

because I can see your granite crumbling under the sky,

the soft gentle wind of your hands, cradling, the granite

crumbling, when I am close to you, but you are afraid of me,

because I can swallow the stars too, next to you,

by the last of the fire, I want to be close, and be with you,

by the last of the fire, embers in the smoke and shadow,

smoldering in the earth of your heart.

you have come to know me, but I fear and I am afraid,

for I see me, in you, and you are limitless,

in the sky so swallowing with stars, you are limitless,

and I am afraid, in the soft, gentle wind of your hand,

I fear and I am afraid with you,

 I am limitless.

 I see my heart,

smoldering in the smoke and earth of your shadow,

 I wake and I am awake, granite crumbling,

into your cradle, by the last of the fire,

soft the blowing gentle of your hand,

solid, smooth, limitless,

we are-