Love to touch the sun.
Run up in the sky.
Come can you feel it now,
time that we ride, time that we ride.
Feel the warmth of love.
Feel it in your blood.
Trippin’ through the tide.
Floating to the moon, let’s fly.
Zoom into the night.
Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.