Velvet Meadow
Olof Grind
The cold is rolling in
As the bird spreads its wings
Eager to fly
The boy spoke my name
As he entered my veins
So we could fly
I went down on my knees
So I could bring him some peace
Making him fly
I had him deep in my throat
As he screamed out of joy
He was up in the sky
I swallowed and smiled
As he fell softly to the ground
Dizzy but fine
On a velvet meadow
Pink flowers covered the ground
As he kissed my blue eyes
His skin was glowing rejoiced
As we rolled back into life
