By Crystevin
Date: 25 September 1999

Onward

Wind blows
time flows
and my name
whispers
slightly upon 
your lips.

Mindful and free
of liberties with me
crown in a true
desire
of your love
your passion
your eyes.

Thankfully
i see
and all of my senses
crave you
all of you.

Freely given
always forlorn
never forgotten
truly forgiven
oh
my
loving babe
let me come home
again.