There are colors in between innocence and sin.
Will we ever end what has began?

Your art; it brings me to life
as your eyes remind me of what's within my mind.
These words; their models of melody
that can't be sung without your soul.

I am your canvas.
Tatoo my image with your intentions;
maybe we'll provide the world with a few lessons.
The sun sets in my skin;
re-birth is golden
and only comes with significance.

My love is cascading
as your hands continue shaping
my features, my hair,
gentle caress of my eyelids;
into OUR soul, I stare.

The kindest scenes,
remain,
replaying themselves
inside my dreams.

Memory lives behind our closed eyelids
and as they lift,
they let remembrance flow.
Remembrance becomes
delicate, swift sustenance.
A source to make worth of all those storms.

Life, it flows,
gentle as the waters,
gentle as Winter's soft snows.

I long for you to embrace
what you've tried to let go.

You have the love long ago I chose;
this is all my mind continues to know.
As life, it continues to flow...