Last night was the full moon of my soul
My passion swept through me like a longing
cool wind
I have wondered if you felt it too
It was not a ****** experience
It was more a passing sweep that comes and go
But remains a constant inside

The art inside demands a release
I can see as it flows through the trees

I would love to know the time through your eyes
and feel the wind drifting through
I notice when you are on the out and looking in
I wonder what you are thinking
The memories...what are they
The bad sky's are gone now
The truth came and is white now
Your beauty is strong and has remained
and we have a good start