6 May 2012
Hold me,
Curl into a ball,
Dream this May,
Night,
Day,
We fall into each other,
We fly away.
Touch me,
Tell me
Why are you alone?
We talk on telephones.
Sometimes when the night comes on,
The thoughts reveal themselves
And sing along.
Kiss me,
Run your sweet fingers,
Through my hair,
When singing thoughts burst purple bright,
They sing for you,
Glorious,
Each night
Love Revealed • Opuss № I