Not all words are on the page, some come to life

It is a long road to the finding of my soul

I walk within the confines of your mind

to place that I see where world is you and me

Would you take me and make you mine

Strange is the wind that flows from
love to sin

As the water drops from a burden sky
we simply pass

I can see the wanting love in your eyes

A tangled web leads to a warm bed lost on the corner of time

Soft and sweet like vintage wine burns the passion that we find

My soul walking loose in the corners dark

Joy will find a way to allow me to stay
safely hidden in a thought