Headlight
You are the lighthouse at shore
You have very heavy existence around you everythings flies but you
You are that chess piece made of gold
Everyone looks at you you are a headlight of example - you create the movements
Not bad or good - above
Daring nature
But I'm a simple unknow small piece
Lighter
I carry small weight
And I'm not artached to anywhere
To anyone
But I see your light inside out
It goes through me
Especially with my eyes closed
You've been guiding me
When I follow your light I get into the right places
Have the right attitude
Know how to behave naturally
This intimacy with ways of the world
Confidently
Well I'm a lighter piece I can move
All over
I have patience and time to search
But I need you to be the guiding light
For what I became blind
I cannot see without it anymore
I cannot experience other kind of colors
I have a sutil existence
I hope to be my last here
As you notice I'm a nymph
Also an oracle
I get to answer the unanswered and unspoken questions
I know only speak the truth
I got fire
I'm where you collect unfinished sweetness
Love and Comprehension
Always will be this way
As I no longer will learn another way
I can only improve this path
Is my spiritual living life on this body
Wich I worship and take good care of
My temple
Not everyone is allowed to aproach
Not to everyone I shall answer
But my obligation is when I do
Always say the truth
I'm obligated to love everyone
But not obligated to like everyone
Wich I learned being lonely for so long
I appreciate that
I also know my function that connects me to you
I shall never leave no matter what
I am here also to take care emotionaly
To keep the flame of the lighter always bright
So I won't get lost
So I may finally find where is the source
Magnetically you attracts me towards you
And subtile I keep the flame bright
As I always do
You've been a static tree with such energy
That's what I am describing is the inner you
The Other self
Your intimacy is static
Magic is hidden inside
As I am the peregrine looking for the right place to grow me a tree too
It has to be near you
The source of the brightness of this existence an static Sun down here
But also above it all
The peregrine tree searching you
Unending tenderness source of the truth
Looking up been conduced by the light
Without worring with the ground
Because the right place is near you
The right place is near you
When I get close
Around
You will know
You will be guiding my steps
Naturally
And so close you be able to collect me with your two hands
As I'm already more close to you then your own feet.
