Touching the night
Enjoy the song...
Tonight I'm free to write whatever I want to
getting the pulse of my heart ready to jump in
feeling the vibes of a song enticing my brain
to write words that could tune in
Found a way to write with no problem at all
loving a song I can go as far as I want
putting together a senseless and stupid wording
that at the end rules the scene through the next morning
cannot stop doing this routine that goes with no end
grabbing whimsical thoughts that carve deep within
emotional disturbance that carries a message to the savvy
no time and space enough to describe this installment for so many
feeling the night growing cold and rough
I cover my senses with the dictation from the one I know
touching and caressing the night
I feel free to come to terms with my own mind
the music and my imagination create a tsunamy with no end
waves from my brain reaching yours across this rain
hopefully I will be able to feel the night
and rest enought to wake up on time
my muse is dancing behind me and telling me what to write
moving hips and clapping her hands
I can keep touching the night calling your name
morning is almost here and this writing was not done in vain
rotating the rhythm of my heart can cause sudden infatuation
music and the tune can involved my being with no explanation
thank God I'm used to write like this, otherwise oh my..!
closing for now..I see through my window the early hours that...killed the night!
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