The process of my words profane The poems I still breathe The soothing silent masterpieces Hanging on the breeze That brushed me with your spirit And left my head at ease That woke me up and lifted me To see a moment freeze
I still see you naked In my naked eye Underneath the honeysuckle Naked summer sky Far off dreams I lead with you In other lives That gently pass us by We may never speak again Or wonder why You woke me up and lifted me To see a moment freeze