Touching the night

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!