When the night is still young The moon has not fully come out to chase the sun away My heartbeat begins a new rhythm Smell of honey and cream in the air Slow music played in the heat of seduction Tonight I am prepared...

it can't be far away... can it? that elusive brighter tomorrow? I'm not asking much... just a warm spring day maybe a chance of sprinkles and a walk amongst nature's glory the cloying scent of honeysuckle gagging the senses lilacs swaying in the breeze birds in full choral...

secret sounds only I can hearsacred vibrations on the aethertingling my sensesthe art of knowing awakens meso often I forgettime lapses and I fall asleepthen the rains comerefreshing my soul with informationawoke to the possibilties I shiver, with great...