These dreams caress my vision
and bite the neck of my voice
And he sits on the ledge of a ship called "smite"
and soars waves in rhapsodic flight
The greatest current unravels
And he unbuttons the seams that jail me
And through the droplets left in the winded beach
He drums the rain
Only thunder - a spark and touch
That created my madness
My beautiful insanity that keeps my waves in motion
Our lives effervescent
Footsteps and lips tease me with time
Goodnight o' night that keeps our minds
How you torture the pleasant rhyme
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