You make me thread like rain
over these silver wing roof tops
I play my harmonica blues

*

just turn, each step
we take in, circles around
rebounds from each other
and lightning falls
down on a knee
to beg for
a silent release

just the sound
of your voice
when you finally speak
to me

"You light up my life..."

and your thoughts
jumps all over me
like sparkles
and iron chimes

sweet, sweet Tingling
where have you been?

she dances so quick
and her steps so fixed
towards my close locked gate
which she doesn't see
she just smiles
and brings hear laughter
closer - to me

it seems as our race
is a team of horses set to flight
through a midnight tumble
without harness or bite
a passion rapture
will set us free

"like a burning fire..."