dancing in the dark,

singing in the rain,

spinning around wildly,

as you say my name,

don’t beg me the difference,

don’t treat me the same,

our window is open,

nature is our game,

feed the seed in silently,

for the weathers dropping downward,

the winter is closing in,

blow the fire gently,

let the flames burn high,

heat the savage heart,

with a wicked smile,

for the depths of going forward,

are below the bed side table,

beneath the weathered boards,

silently waiting under,

a tomorrow open wide,

the birth of a new day,

the death of the old..