the boarders are so thin...
please touch my lips
so I could feel alive...
which of the worlds today I realize?
another shade of truth -
the masterpiece of beauty
is your move,
your hesitation as you chose
to make a step... for love...
a strand of hair touching skin
is the injection of the wind
into your vein...
the moon is in the eye
already overwhelmed,
and I keep falling higher
surrendered to the cloud
that brings me home...