With the grace of a thousand dancers
You cradle the child...

When all reality shatters
what will you do...

Sitting in a deep dark
looking down...

With cat like eyes
brimming with mischief...

It comes cascading
down from a deep blue sea...

A haze of blue
films my eyes...

Sometimes
when it grows dark inside...

My darling
how i long to hold your soft hands...

Sometimes i want to run
so fast...