Getting out of bed with you was kinda Japanese.
Falling on the floor with you was aiming just to please.
Can’t float on your cloud for smiling at the moon
Follow me down the staircase on Sunday afternoon.
Putting on your morning clothes before the show begins
Dancing forever in my arms embracing all my sins
Sparkling lights streaming from ancient Christmas stars
You are deeply silent as lonely minutes turn to hours.
Off into the wild and blue without a compass to guide
On that transparent morning naked whispers hide
Nothing between the silken sheets of shimmering love
Floating on a peaceful cloud with wings of a soaring dove.
2011 © Dayvid Graybill