I thought you'd lead me lightly under the moon I learned to touch the wave, but it left too soon The felt strapped to your leg in mid-afternoon I turned to feel the breeze, but it left too soon Balloons with empathy choked up in my room Boring darkness shifts, compelled to assume Love your photographs, forget to consume Create a lake with puddles of your perfume Lifelike with eyes too bright The steps all warped from snow remind me to sink The balcony all battered, soaked in black ink The gravity impacts me more than you think I like the feeling when we flutter in synch Roses hide your face and your rosy cheeks Smoked the last of them but can't hide critique Take your picture and I'll try not to blink Poor recollection, now I'll try not to speak