On stormy nights on the ledge of despair
I feel the swaying of the trees behind me
looking up to the skies I see your porcelain face
when the rushing clouds reveal your milky facade

I see you on still waters
I see you whist dreaming in my bed
you are my all to me
you are the swaying of the trees

I need you so badly in my life
you have no idea how devoted to you I am
I want you to teach me my love
to the swaying of the trees

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris