..as the high tide
I know, you know ..the mind flies
out of time and finds herself alone
disembodied nor imprisoned
comes the dawn.
You are inside of me as the high tide
that disappears and reappears bringing you away.
Are you the profound mystery, passion, and the idea.
Are you the immense fear that you'll never be mine.
I know, you know ..the time flies
but how much road to see you again