How Restless is
Waning moons, pale light.
Lit a path ....unto your door.
Which welcomely, lay ajar.
Nectars scent, lay
heavy ......pon the air.
Her eyes,
reflected in the light.
Showed .
Loves, hearts passion.
And thus,
Worked majik....so.
He stayed.....
The night.
Giajl © Jim Love
Chill.... Baby