Summer
Senses stop sensing,
and mind cease thinking.
Let these words detach us, my lips unfeeling.
May my heart keep beating,
let my blood keep rushing;
may the spells that bind us release us from their holding.
Let the wind carry me in every direction
to my only love, my perfect imperfection.
and mind cease thinking.
Let these words detach us, my lips unfeeling.
May my heart keep beating,
let my blood keep rushing;
may the spells that bind us release us from their holding.
Let the wind carry me in every direction
to my only love, my perfect imperfection.