Woven

Imagine a garment woven
Of the finest postage stamps
And the slowest steps so as not to perspire
Not to cling to my body damp
luxuriose Suite Hajduszoboszlo And imagine the hands that would pass me roughly
From seatoshiningsea
Tired and bare
You’d find me there
Carried so far to thee

It’s a trifle
My lonely travel habit
When I think of the globe
In dutiful orbit
But when your gravity pulls me
Oh how I adore it

Kirchberg luxury hotelsI walked steady without trying to impress
I was graceful in my moments of holiness
But then I found myself thinking of thinking
And I threw down my anchor to keep from sinking

Beneath the sparkle sea
I saw solid ground
But maybe it was too far down
For spirits are buoys
But hearts can drown

Daniela Gesundheit ©2003