Can You?The music of the night, he is calling mePulling at my very depths of my beingIt is filled with words of seductionGasping out secrets of reductionOh how they could show the way -Can you hear it?Can you feel it?In the snow and in the rainOh the symphony that is being played -Follow the melody and be free-always,katti
You Don't Own MeLook at that guy over there; see him, the one with the long thick dark hair.Look at his eyes, see, he is looking now, amazing how their depths draw you in.Look at the way he is moving as he comes this way, like a bow across violin strings.Look he is smiling; it is that half cocked smile of one that is not sure he should be here. He used to be mine, and still I can feel his touch. He used to be mine, and still I can taste his kiss. He used to be mine, and I was just as much his. He used to be mine, problem I have I still need him so much.Look at him; standing here as I introduce you to him, he is smiling at you.Look at him, listen to his voice, it si
My Love Ride With MeUpon what breeze do you ride?Is it the one that from my soul I need hide?Are thy words as flowers in the Spring?Do they bloom with a lingering sweetness?Aye this they do and yet they do so much more.They soothe as a gentle sun's ray.They shimmer and bring with them the promise of a summer's day.Ah dearest one, found through tears you did not know I was crying.You reached past time and space and with your hand you wiped my cheek to a gentle dryness.Stranger yet friend, bright and shiny in thy newness as a precious jewel.I thank thee for holding the golden thread weaving with it a heart's beginning of healing.So I ask again upon what breeze do ye ride?For I would climb behind ye and into imagination's desires thus climb.
TormentedI gave you my heartYou tore it apart.You split it in twobecause you, love you.