Signature

Sometimes when wind blows through trees I pause to listen and in its passing I hear the tenderness of your voice that fills the spectrum of my soul. You are the chime of warm rain, the moon that glows through the trees and within the luster of evening your aura fills the scene. I hear the whispers of the wind see the stars shine in the sky, but I hold the sunrise in my pocket. Dance with me within the wind, then just let me love you, Evadrol.