Under your skin the moon is alive.
What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?
In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave.
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.
And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.