Morning dew shines in a spectrum
Of vivid color...

Sweet and natural are you
Always bearing the brunt of pain...

Head, heavy with feeling.
Lay down on a goose feather pillow...

Love is the fear in the first date.
Love is bunch of flowers in your hands...

Hypnotized by Obsidian eyes.
That taunt and tease your soul...

Riding on a silken wave.
Sat in a golden dingy...

Wings outspread, like great black Thunder clouds.
Contrasting with the deep plum Satin of her dress...

The girl, passes like a ship silhouetted against...
Her figure drowning in it's silken turquoise...

You ask me why I'm not hung up on
You...

Dormant all these months.
Quiet in redemption...

Stalking under a full moon.
A huntress of the night...

Once, you and me, we were close.
Just a platonic boy-girl friendship...