Thou And Me Traveling Poem by Elis Mita

Travel me, in your imagination,
where there are no borders.
At the bottom of thy eyes,
let me slowly sink.
Were together meets, stars and waters.
Fro 'your mythological grail, give me to drink.

Take me fro 'here, were I fight with demons' n gods.
Tired by lifes battles and peoples destiny.
As blind idiot in solitude, going against all odds.
Hopeless hoping for you, mine precious liberty.

Once the day the blessed, when I met you.
I've lose the calm, the reason and my sleep.
In the roads of the mind, walks only thou.
And thee ship sails, in the storms of my hearts deep.