You seek a place to rest

where your soul will be less thirsty

 

Remembering seems a holy thing

 

I crave your words;

they fill the silence that swallows me

and

Your presence, as powerful as the moon

 

You seek bits of external love to ease your spirit

But

 Conditions are never met successfully

And so you move on

In an endless search

 

Enlightenment will never be conquered here

 

 On rare occasions you may seek another

 

Will you take me to pyramids in the moonlight?

 so I can once again, breathe your breath

I hear the sound of snow falling

 It whispers your name

 Your breath encircles mine

 

 Requirements not met

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