I often feel like a dream lost
in a world without color,
my vivid palette has nothing to shine next to.
What is the beauty of the night
if it didn't have the stars to reflect against?
I drift around from mind to mind
entreating them to slumber a bit more.
I am the thunder you feel
building in a desert storm,
I am the electricity you feel
before a strike,
I am the peacefullness you feel
settle in when you surrender.
Come to my loving embrace.
My arms which have held
long to hold you
a lowly slave,