Can you distill truth from dozens of half-truths, interpretations and misdirections?
How do you find that little nugget, and cherish it until it grows into a revealation?
Hear my cry in my hungering search for you
Taste my breath on the wind
See the sky as it mirrors my colors
Hints and whispers begin
I am living to nourish you, cherish you
I am pulsing the blood in your veins
Feel the magic and power surrender to LIFE
Every finger is touching, searching
Until your secrets come out
In the dance as it endlessly circles
I linger close to your mouth