moondance
... ... the scream of the night's longing found me whistling; the breath of the moon pulsates as if it'll fall in love tomorrow; time turned out to be a broderie on which my realm is woven; its gaze seems as if it speculates my mood on the lips of the moment; a thought sings at my dream's ear just enough to lure you into it; the sky's wide-open eyes shine to stir your desire right as... ...as the scream of the night's longing found me whistling; ...whistling while the lids of my chic thoughts close and release the snazzy of your sun; ...your sun here, on the edge of sleeping where we sneak past the velvet veil of a new day; ...a new day where tomorrow is not a clock but a landscape we haven't painted yet; ☆ tenderly, my breath slows to match the tide while the world dissolves into moondance; ☆ psst... wake me up... (only then...) when the morning learnt to bloom like this dream...