I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your

Perhaps The Earth Can Teach Us As When Everything Seems Dead And Later Proves To Be Alive

I Am Made Of Earth, And My Song Made Of Words.

Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love, And Both Will Defeat The Darkness Like Twin Drums Beating In The Forest Against The Heavy Wall Of Wet Leaves. Night Crossing: Black Coal Of Dream That Cuts The Thread Of Earthly Orbs With The Punctuality Of A Headlong Train That Pulls Cold Stone And Shadow Endlessly. Love, Because Of It, Tie Me To A Purer Movement, To The Grip On Life That Beats In Your Breast, With The Wings Of A Submerged Swan, So That Our Dream Might Reply To The Sky's Questioning Stars With One Key, One Door Closed To Shadow.

Your Wide Eyes Are The Only Light I Know From Extinguished Constellations.

Every Day You Play With The Light Of The Universe.