you allow the soft breath of winter sun
to loom on your face once more...

I was running away
from wines and drugs...

another song i sing for you
in the middle of this night...

i dream
of scenes...

how the earth spun
as you held my hand...

i know not what is happening to me;
i'm more sacred, more pragmatic than i had ever...

i was nervous,
i don't know whether you sensed it...

the waves crashed against clear skies
as we walked those shores together...

skip steps to match yours,
treading slippery pathways...

Match the rhythm of my heart
for when your fingers touch me...

The Ocean's rough,
I sing the song...

I ask myself:
What am I to you...