Wander heart to misty eyes,
Raindrops fall, blackened skies.
You clutch their wanting soul.
It plays a rhythm for all to hear,
In ears of young and old,
It\'s message of simplicity,
Cherished with felicity.
Which naught exists,
On dampened lips,
With perfect baring crimson hips,
We dance the beat implicitly.
For beauty brought to lonely eyes,
In hope and want of when moonsrise.