My Dearest

A smile unbelievably deadly

Eyes that cut like diamonds

Two hands to hold you so steadily

Lips that utter sweet nothings

"Who are you? What are you?

And how well you spin whims

Inside of me like a spiders web."

Dreams unraveling slowly

All through out my rest

On the darkest of nights

And in the peeking suns morning

We dance and dance, across clouds

Between stars and then

We come down to the Dewey

Earthy morning, it is a warm summer.

"Where did you come from?"

I ask as you give me my final spin

And lay me down in Lilly's

You make sweet love to me

As I hide behind closed eyes

And soft whispers and sighs

On a dim lit and warm morning

And then you answer me

"Dearest... I am music."