He walked, his majestic mane it glowed
Glowed in the light of the morning sun
Like a million threads of gold it glowed
When the light was fading and the day was done
His skin was ocher, a million yellows
Colours that have no name
Beautiful shades of gold shot brown
That never once faded the same
He stole his colours from the sun
And yet he shines like a galaxy on his own
How is it possible to carry such magic?
When he walks the grass alone?
His voice was beautiful, a soothing thrum
Like the voice of a storm in the wind
Pounding, thudding and skipping hearts
The oncoming rush of whirlwind
How did he become so handsome, so majestic?
Where does he find that magic, that grace?
Why does he walk alone, I wonder
Why deny the welcome embrace?
Brave you are, my beautiful creature
Your heart is beautiful, your soul is a diamond
Throwing wonderful colours in the light of the sun
Beautiful creature, your spirit is darkened
Be not afraid of the light of the sun, be not afraid of her love
Let her warm healing rays touch your skin
She will shine for you, so roar to sky
Beautiful creature; my wonderful brave-lion...
...let me be your sun.
For my lion :) ♥
For my lion :) ♥
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