I playing with
The idea
Of summer flings, before I knew a chick called
Destiny came along in the scenic winters, caressing the winds
My handles, and grips along the moonlit oceans
Tempered with anticipation, and precipitated with great
Transparency, I hope we find the same rock bottom
Or pulsate across the isthmus, undulating avidly under the
Shadows, across the reigning tides
Shadows, across the behind of the boats
Beckoning, to call you, 'gain in on this shadow
And a hand full of sand, and a head full of doubts
Like intelligent people full of doubts, and stupid people unknowing
I feel we might be on the right path or hope for love
Breathless, about our loveless lives, hearts take us for lightweights
This is the love-life of a feather-weight, caressing the winds...