I can hear the mumbles of a mind already gone,
I can see the stumbles of the moon upon the dawn.
I live to see the light as it glistens in the dew,
I\'de give to be the night as it listens in on you.
If I could be scent that is lifting off of roses,
my redolance would follow you gifting you in doses.
I can hear the grumble of the hands upon the clock,
moving oh so humble from the ticking to the tock.
Dreaming while awake I want your kiss upon my lips,
shaken barely breathing so I savor it in sips.
Now look into my soul dreaming me your wishes,
eye\'s blue as skies and looking so delicious.
This pen has taken over and it\'s bleeding pure emotion,
let it ripple through you like the waves that fill the ocean.
I can see you smiling as your gliding left to right,
and as you read these words I have you in my sight.
Connected by the ink that is bleeding from my pen,
every time I blink yeah I\'m needing you again.
I live to see the light as it glistens in the dew,
I\'de give to be the night as it listens in on you.