The dawn is breaking
The world is sleeping...

I found myself lost
in that unforgiving moment...

Moon Dance
Footsteps in the forest...

Moon Light
There is a certain light...

Soft fire crisping our feet
Midnight rain tastes so sweet...

Somewhere in a memory
a piano plays Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata...

Let the water slip through my fingers
just like i used to caress your hair...

*I know the title is Irish, but the poem is in...
Mornie alantie...

Morning After (You Were Easy)
I slip on the soft blackness that was you...

Let me caress and inhale
the sparkle of your laughter...

The soft and delicate skin on skin feeling
is long gone and often remembered as a dream...

10...9...8...suicide is my...