If these wings that Love has given me
Could lift me to the sky
I’d fly into your distant arms
To carry you this night
To the solitary red sands
Of the deserts of far off lands
Where we’d smoke great pipes of opium
And drink an endless glass of wine
With talk and touch and timeless songs
With the poetry of our souls
We’d find ourselves in each other’s eyes
That place where love must grow
And through the night
We’d laugh and cry
And lose all sense of time
While watching violet sunsets
Become sunrisen bliss
Exploring galaxies
in grains of sand
And the Universe
in a kiss

Image: “The Kiss” by Gustav Klimt

Published by J M Greff

J M Greff is the rambling author, trucker philosopher, peace loving hippie, spiritual warrior, backpacking pantheist, wandering minstrel, and poet fool who created A Caravan of One for you. View all posts by J M Greff