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...