The oak tree to bend
And to release the light.
He's offering his hand
To lead me through the night,
Through sorrow, through the eyes
Of this soft, leisured sea,
Via the road of ice
Towards the bending tree,
Over the roots, the trunk,
The branches and the leaves,
The air deeply sunk,
The earth's unmeasured heaves.
He's smiling in the light
Broadcast by a liquid moon.
His lips are sweet delight.
The dawn is falling soon.
He's leaning on the tree,
The oak is his wall.
I'm feeling so free
And I begin to fall.
Fall into velvet charms,
Fall into soft dawn light,
Bewildered by his arms,
So deep and dark like night.
The oak's bending high
Releasing us like birds,
Revealing just one sigh
And just a couple flirts.
His hand is so warm
And so full of night.
He is my way back home
To his lips of delight...
2009г.