my love is like a river where nights are like an owl
that glorify my lore if a riverbed only measure the toll
  
for our next day never is desire
but is evolving a latter reason
that we fight geese and flew below the weather

where a night ours melted together  
though we'd treasure dawn again
and hither stave hunt here

whether it's a moonlight parade
as darkness edge the water again  
my dire wicked life midst a fog in rain