Give to me the token
By light of full moon glare
Speak the flower's ardour
blade unto the air
Lift a lonely finger
To touch of my heart skin
The world [bad word] a muscle
Released in gentle flexion

Lovers dance a hazel step in fluid pace trace whispers in the clear

Calling as it passes
To linger as it grows
Down the mantles laces
braid upon the prow
Peer into my harbor
Sift the trysted strands
gift of many waters
Entwined with love's lost hands

Lovers dance a hazel step in fluid pace trace whispers in the clear

sign inside the picture
The dream upon the lips
The phrase is left unspoken
Inscribe the sign to fit
Give to me the token
By light of full moon glare
Speak the flower's ardour
blade unto the air