My arms are outstretched and very wide 
As I try to capture you floating nearby,
Your rays of sun are hitting the backs of my eyes
And the dance of angels are just starting,
There are cascades of lights warming the air
As I go wandering in and out of clouds everywhere,
So that you can explore what the world wants of you,
Are you surprised the world takes notice of you;
I am not!
You are in the infinite variety of words and song,
I cannot choose the best of them, I am always wrong
But with you within my measure, I can feel right again,
I dance on the worn out ashes of time and space
I cannot joke with the moon nor look into its face,
But with you inside my private surrounds I can smile
You are the woman who is not content by taking a mile,
There are consequences for not being as one ought to,
I can’t explain it only revel in what was brought to
My attention as the sun sinks below its reason,
“Can you shoot me?” was my plaintive cry out loud,
There are words meant for horizons in unwanted colours.
Can you tell between lazy motives and love itself?
I have explanations in each of my pockets
And none of them made any sense, because my mouth was hidden.
Did I tell you about the warm sunny meadows inside my head
A thousand maybes if I didn’t but it is better isn’t it, instead
When I’m in rapture the lake is there to save me, cool me,
Stepping outside the grasslands and into the desert sands
Not bothered by the heat melting me, but I understand
You are not really there, you are outside of my warmest dreams.
 Don’t give back all the words and songs I have given you please,
What will I do with them now they are used up, worn, old, shabby,
I prefer you as you are in strong womanhood you make me happy.