Rotating
Does the Light from my heart’s sun — shine to your eastern sands shores?
I pause to burn behind the repose of a still dark night.
Waiting for your world to turn into the moment for my morning rise.
It beats and burns bright.
Does the Light from my heart’s sun — shine to your eastern sands shores?
I pause to burn behind the repose of a still dark night.
Waiting for your world to turn into the moment for my morning rise.
It beats and burns bright.