Sunbeam shining through a dewdrop, hanging on an oakleaf, brings the thought of you, naked, stepping from the shower, your wet body glitters in the dusty hue.
Colors, sounds of birds and whispers, all becomes a curtain, showing me a movie of the way you move me, as the leaves blow by.
Ravens, hopping on a rooftop, dancing in the twilight, crowing at the stars. You, me, drunk from wine and music, dancing after midnight, in abandoned bars.
Street lights, garbage trucks and traffic, all becomes a curtain, showing me a movie of the way you move me, as the leaves blow by.
Cats in heat, a busy street, a siren in the night, a thousand sounds that call me back to you.
Colors, sounds of birds and whispers, all becomes a curtain, showing me a movie of the way you move me, as the leaves blow by.