Over me is the waundering evening
and the earth's quiet breathing
but longing has drunk my blood.
In the forests and fields I became
a quiet girl.
with the voice of a dark city
I cry out for love.
When you are away, this bed becomes one large,empty boat I row each night across the sea..
for Joao Pedro.
"I waunder without you while you're in the world."-Bernie Taupin (Your Song)
