I wake up in the middle of the night as my body’s taken space,
to toss me up and toss me down and bring me out to write,
it never ends the love of hearts to loose and lose your place.
The plight of life is all you need to dare to be alive,
whatever comes whatever ends your truest blooming form,
make sure to give it all and look for darkness or the unknown choice waiting just for me.
As I am the light myself, the love it shows as candles through the night…it may blow out or quickly fail, but rest assure it comes again; all I need is trust.
The church bell rings, the blackness thrives, my blood is flowing fast and far to dance and sing and risk my skin and never ask what for this mill.
The one I search the one I love is here inside my house, the doors are open wide no room for simple pride – no masks, no heals, just flesh and juice to mingle up with yours.