Page 84 - Pearls of Perception (eBook)

Innocence

Oh, innocent wave, please wash my soul.
Hit me as hard as you can, right in my core.
Melt my defenses, fill up my trances, with love.
Purify my seeing, allow me to discover.
I want to see, I want to feel, I want my soul to be devoured, by love.

With innocence you dance, on the steep margins of my beliefs.
It’s almost forever since I last tasted your kiss.
Oh, innocent wave, please wash my soul.
Because I know, my soul isn’t my own.
My soul is yours, my life is yours,
Nothing to come between us.
Only a dream, a poor impersonation of death, that came between us.

Oh yes, I died.

Now, I’m alive.