My flower, your sunshine does nothing for me now.
The warmth, you keep it for yourself, and behind a steel fence you stand, reaching out. Reaching out for love from us who are love deprived.
It is your turn, my flower, to step outside and bring blessings. Don’t you think it’s a bit much, to be holding onto love and still wander around, acting like I owe you life?
You are too full of a cup to hide and beg for my broken love. You are too much of a Sun to yearn for beaches. You are too much of a treasure to be cruising seas, like a rebel, finding routes to more riches.
You are the bounty, you are the paradise, you are someone I could sail with.
But only in shared love can we meet.
Spirit of Tara 