The Opening of Rusty Doors

Stop me right now if you've heard this before there's the wind at my back and a knock at my door there's you love me to moons but I love you much more and we dance and we dance and we dance Please stop me now if you know all my thoughts as they roll on the wind in occasional bouts as they shine in my eyes like the sun bleeding clouds and I write and I write and I write Stop me in summer if you're sick of the moon for she shines less and less as the Luna de Lune for she swells with a million hot stars in her womb and she grieves and she grieves and she grieves So stop me at once while the day carries on as I open my door to the once setting sun as the brooding of winter escapes in the dawn and we breathe and we breathe and we breathe.