The wind is my lover; he comes to me at night.
Soothing, caressing with fingers so light.
His arms they are binding,
Down paths ever-winding,
The wind is my lover; he comes to me at night.
The stars are my fantasies; pictures with no words.
Softly inviting, promises made never heard.
Their dance is intriguing,
Down paths of flesh-needing,
The stars are my fantasies, pictures with no words.
The moon is my father; such lessons I've learned.
Idiot child, with his white fire, me he did burn.
His words singsong rhyme,
Down paths of forever-time,
The moon is my father; such lessons I've learned.
The rain is my soul mate; melded, silver-hot drops.
Whispering secrets through tears, which never stop.
Our hearts are entwined,
Down paths of sublime,
The rain is my soul mate; melded, silver-hot drops.
The poet is my chaos; his lips me torment.
His words tickle my soul, in silver kisses heaven-sent.
His intensions in verse,
Down paths of sweet curse,
The poet is my chaos; his lips me torment.
The artist is my blind man; with his eyes he does feel:
Awful destruction and a perfection unreal.
His pictures are murderous,
Down paths rage and sulfurous,
The artist is my blind man, with his eyes he does feel.
You are my heartbeat, how I know I'm alive.
Souls of silver take eternities dive.
The love of forever,
Down paths of together,
You are my heartbeat, how I know I'm alive.
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