Lover, will you walk with me, in this land of make believe?
Tall structures tower overhead, city buildings of a collective dream.
Will you run away with me, to a place more real?
Where our hearts echo with the thunder of the storm;
And life accosts us with the earthy smell of red dust, splattered in the rain.
Lover, will this be our world? Our reality?
Won’t you come, come away with me.
seducing time 
I will come away with you.
To a place where our light shines unfiltered.
A place whence our voices undistorted.
A place in which our hopes and dreams carry with them everything
we need to be warm and safe and happy in ourselves.
A place where the song you sing (that only I can hear)
emerges with my offering: all of me; my self