You massage the universes spine the way you twirl through time,
and leave shadows on the sun.
My love is the wind song. If it is up to me I would never die.
If it is up to me I'll die a thousand deaths in an hour
and live seven minutes later.
If it is up to me the sun will never cease to shine
and the moon will never cease to glow.
And I'll dance a million tomorrows in the sun rays
and the moon waves and bath in the yesterdays of days to come.
Ignoring all of my afterthoughts and preconcieved notions.
If it is up to me... it is up to me, And thus is my love.
Untainted. Eternal.
The wind is the moons imagination wandering.
It seeps through cracks, ripples the grass, explores the unknown.
My love is my souls imagination.
How do I love you?
Imagine.
