You call me from your sleep and I arise to your hearts whisper. My path is light by the candle of you skin, a flame on the blood hot moon. I watch you through the window through the shade of a sleepless dream. I am rustling on soft night breeze, I am sweet mist of your breath, and I know you feel my presence your body moves with each stroke of my gaze the music of your dance is now the rhythm of desire.
