Dear World Waiving In Waite

Lovely you, It is under a pecan tree I see a face it is your face.It is a warm hand I hold is it yours.? ...Yes it is... It was no wish of mine to always be on the run, yet if you must know it was always to you. I only want to be on my beach of forever, to only look left or right and in doing such see you. Waves roll over me as I roll over you, sandy still. When can I leave again, flying low angels do you know as well they glide into you and live to breath only you...Kind world, one of which after dusk flies still stars peak into my windows world thats home. Home to you as the world you are Waite's to turn it's head, leaning a little to catch the scent of moons skirt. Little do I know of your ways, waves spent upon me their shore redoubt rib a shore never the less it to is yours...waiting waiting..sorely so..lift me up..to your face. I beg you..only to you is it that I would ever beg..of you... Do not cry falling off as I do pick me up harmed not of you to bless...tonight..vanitys fire burns low...so so low.. Enjoy me as I do you...Lovingly...always) it(s you......