At night, the stairs of this old house creaks
Whispering to me, sweet spirit sleeping soundly during the night.
The shadow movements, the fluid dance of a candles flame
Dances in our room like the Northern Lights
I take your hand, wrapping my legs around yours,
It is what night time soul vines do,
Coiling around the warmth, finding the placement of the sun.
Should I be praying? Your hand on my back, face to face.
Should we soar a little higher? During our dreams and back to reality
Passing the sands of time and endless oceans
I repeat to myself.
I don’t want to wake, I don’t want to wake.