I am one of those that do not sleep,
Instead I sit at my wooden desk awake...

The lustful hounds they bide their time.
Waiting to pounce, wanting, yearning...

Do not let go so gently my Love,
Our love should burn and sparkle as it dies...

I was young, very mature but very naive,
Grew up to be foolhardy, go-with-the flow...

Come lay down your sweet and weary head,
My mind fears we've come to our journey's end...

Darkness riddled curtain vines of the horizon,
Are drowsily, lazily moving with the wind's sway...

There you sit, legs-crossed looking out the...
Tears outside slide down the glass but inside too...

Take me back despite the flowers and the trees,
And curtail my fear by granting me this one wish...

I would capture the wind in my hands,
Even if I knew it would defy god's will...

Body trembling, hands shaking,
Little soft tease...

Never known something so beautiful,
So perfectly you in both heart and soul...

You wash over me like rain.
Like empty streets, country lanes...