Deep Hush

Hold me with the scent of your magic.
It has taken many nights to know we are friends.
When you ask me to, I will listen.
Now, in these bright sunny days of Spring
I see you, my lover, arise; cast in many moods.
Let me tend to your spirit and lose me to the sky.

The rain has broken the silence of the sky.
In the deep hush of the valley is magic.
The thunder flashes with its loud moods.
Tell me that you will keep me with your friends.
I bask in the dynamic glow of Spring.
If there be a time to wait for you, let me listen.

Our sweet love takes its course, the gods listen.
I want you to hold me in the arms of the sky.
Flowers adorn the countryside this Spring.
I talk about your episodes like sheets of magic.
Let me call the silence a symbol of friends.
I have been to the mountain. Climbed its moods.

I perspire. I have been heated by your moods.
I can breathe through the day, I want to listen.
Worthy of its rewards, we have become friends.
Cleave to me, your heart exposed, you find the sky
like leaving starlight for the height of magic.
We can walk dusty roads together, open to Spring.

Seasons change into another, at last, Spring
as the fantasies of your current moods
mix with the glamour of our gentle magic.
We kissed once, and I was born to listen.
I see the variances of the sky,
we are a pair of huggable kids as friends.

I would like you to outlast what we call friends.
Let us sing the praises of a refreshing Spring.
Look into my eyes, do you not see an emerald sky?
I will always succumb to you, set in your moods.
Take the second-hand motion of wanting to listen
and make love your own way of giving me magic.

Believe me, I see magic. Will listen. Be friends.
Our love will grow in the beauty of Spring, opening to the sky.
Love keeps me craving your moods.