Rikki

The wind is a heart
That has swam in the accumulated words
The clouds are voices
That have been shot into the future

The moon is a trembling heart
In a shaking mirror
The stars are overflowing
And soft tears

Isn't it wonderful
When we walk together, hand in hand
I want to go
To your city, your house, into your arms

Your heart
Inside of your body
When it slips into the late hours
It dreams

The wind, the halted words
Are a gentle illusion
The clouds, tomorrow which is worn out
They are a distant voice

The moon is a heart that has flowed
In a clouded mirror
The stars are are shaken and overflowed tears
Which can't be concealed

Isn't it wonderful
When we walk together, hand in hand
I want to go
To your city, your house, into your arms

Your face
A soft touch
They dissolve in the morning
I'm dreaming