I'm ready to fall,
Standing on this high ledge...

His darkness is contagious.
He walks the night alone...

The wind blows,
and with it goes my memories...

Hold me close
and heal my body...

Chase me through the trees,
Willow, pine, spruce...

A new wave of intention,
I thought to breathe today...

A Demon polite,
friendly little creature...

In my dream you brought me lilies,
soft, white petaled things that kept my hope alive...

A cosmic sensation,
Dreams that twirl as stars collide for you...

Can we just play in the rain?
Words come better that way...

Careful to tread where sand lay quiet,
I kept upright...

Hands, they said,
molded your body and mine...