Song of Songs - Denison Witmer

Now, there is a voice inside the air

Words come down

They haunt me

Hands move from a small back onto

A collarbone is bending

From the bed at night I called you

All the wrongs went right

We both knew

Should I

Lose my way

Through the streets

Of my city

My soul

Searches everywhere for you

Every close

And alley Garden of my bride

Pomegranate eyes

Blossoms in the vines

My city

Sea salt in the wine

Day breathes in and sighs

Every mountain high

And valley

From the bed at night I called you

All the wrongs went right

I showed you

Show me, show me…