poetry in her window pane
see our faces in the moonless night
with no need for a spoken word
too afraid to be open now
innocent for as long as silence is our friend
spinning round in my belly wheel
in the garden behind veiled eyes
I`m the boy again, standing in the flood
so in love with the tides
should I save myself from you
and then drown in distant memories
should I give myself to you
or just throw it all away?
poetry in the window pane
her devotion, a mysterious smile
how long will we play this waiting game
how long will we stay on tricky ground
how long will we play this waiting game