I hope you gain something, from reading my words; by gazing at my moments captured be it a raging wind a scorching sun or even perhaps, an echo from the wilderness These are my words The only ones I can give to you The only ones I know how, to sing to you For they are the bare bones of my breath and come from my Souls essence *Where the Moon always stays awake (in my morning) and then dares to sleep inside (at night)* So with each turning tide (of time), your Summer songs will be silenced These are my words The only ones I can give * to you *
