Cozing in, by the trees. Come on, it’s just around the Bend.
Kiss me in your moon shadow,
By the silver beach.
I wish my needs could vanish,
Into those crashing waves.
But they remain,
Arched toward your musing Hands.
Wisdom tells to stay moons Apart.
Keep to the you and you
And the I and I;
To avoid the cost of a broken Heart.
The veil is there to always help,
But I often anticipate the other Side.
For glory is never something to Hide.
So we are like glass
That breaks apart.
But glass can be fused.
A flame will do.
Your moon shadow I choose.