The Heart must pause for breathing

yet it poundes like a runaway horse through the Woods 

The tree branches swifting as it passes by

Is it a clearblue sky or is it thunder i see my beloved?

In the evening, or Moore at midnight the nektar is here to soon

what might be hidden beneath the lining of the silver moon

astray is the feeling of most content

of some odd reason the spring was sent

May i ask what the fortune brings upon me

a illigate impossible task for Magnolia to see

In regard to all its humble nature

i for one canot se its feature

endure ones longing and knitted pain

longing, the indigenous has a gain

I see the loss, i see the scorn

Yet the golden pants where never born

Are you well? For i know i mind not matter anymoore

While i was glanzing beneath the curtain veil, did she slip through the door

The truth only matters for the rightful ones

You cannot change from what youve become

Humbly you forgot a time ago

Prosperity must find a golden way whiskey you go slow

I long for kisses by the sea

when where above and far beneath