ill wait for the yellow rain,
for the tides to change,
how so forever in moments sunlight,
for the night to be ours and the same
voice through this endless pain i urge,
and want, we walk in my dream, and by the
old walls that seemed so very distant,
i felt the presence of a wind touching
the barley and drawing to a close i hardly
arose in this image that haunts and hovers.
im waiting for erica, as im holding my spirit,
and my curtain hears it, ill continue to walk to her.