Where can I read your last thought?
In the moon garden away from the terrace,
miles from the promenade of ardent winds
who compliment your ghost, my trance.
Ill pull you through another storm
into vapor as wildness and sweet tongues
curl in parched favor one with the other.
Cover me in mandarin cloths
and leave your scent.
Let me unwrap you one more time
before we are silver and pale.
The night is brass; let it go, let it go.
In the moon garden away from the terrace,
miles from the promenade of ardent winds
who compliment your ghost, my trance.
Ill pull you through another storm
into vapor as wildness and sweet tongues
curl in parched favor one with the other.
Cover me in mandarin cloths
and leave your scent.
Let me unwrap you one more time
before we are silver and pale.
The night is brass; let it go, let it go.
