The current that flows through every wire of my physical being , atop a wind swept grassy knoll overlooking the desert
Electricity is love , navigating the Milky Way , stars falling upon nighttime sky , signaling devotion , the return to loving arms !
The lightning of March bears the covenant of hope unrequited , charging the very ground beneath her faithful , longing participant
The hours of frosted fields are numbered indeed , billowing steam of passion revealed by the morning light , invited by columbia blue skies ...