Stay my Soul -- with my thoughts.

Stay my Soul -- with my thoughts.
When wounds open again
Is quietness a bird flying away-- afraid of its own nest;
I wonder what bleeds through your silences;
When you're on your own -- what lights licks your face;
Why make me feel that a teardrops is so beautiful-- painful at the same time;
In my bossom are pathways; precipices; high montains; dense forests; torrents of emotions;
But there's also this lake upon which the moon bathes ,
And someone walks in the valleys of my thoughts, gathering the aromas of the earth
And nectar from the skies.

Stay my Soul-- with my thoughts; invisible, but existant.