Spring underneath the sheets

There is a strange heat raging outside and the sun is sitting on the other side, the wind is blowing, my spirit is glowing and Spring is igniting a fire underneath the sheets. Where did this sudden change come from, the universe is singing the visitors song, the clouds are gliding over the sun and the heavens are on the run. The glow of the world stands between the sea and the shores and waves are flooding the visitor’s door, the sun suddenly changed its composure, and the long wait is finally over. Reality is setting in and tradition has closed the confusing hymn. Their eyes are growing dim and humility has stolen their pride. The rhythm has changed, and the universe is not the same, you have got to make a choice to walk with me or roll the dice. The sun is settling here, and it is pulling in visitors far and near, the beaches are crowded, and ships are rolling in and the celebration is about to begin. Take some time to look around and absorb the positive energy radiating from the ground; the mercenaries are coming to town so put on your bikinis and join the parade in the street before the wind changes its directions. The man in the moon is coming to town and you must escort him around; he dislikes the fireplace so treat him with bloody Mary, tequila and tease him with a wink, put a slice of lemon in the pan and he will understand. Get the big floats on the ground and put on decorative costume and clothes that will amuse; fill the street with laughter and march around the town and sweep the street with your long gown. The energy in the sun is strong and you have got to cross before the day is done. The signal is at the gate, the subtle movements of trees are moving towards thee with an important message for the sun. Open the bars and community center and expose the African bush doctor, give everyone an important letter and place the sheet on top of the line and drain out every drop of oil from the crucible. The sun is spilling a strange energy all over the place, someone has brought confusion into the town and a strange phenomenon is moving around; it suddenly creeps upon my chest and I am gasping for breath. Let the show go on and listen to the strange song and join the sing along. Let flesh merge with flesh until you are out of breath and pour the wine into the vine and release the sweat. Spring is turning up the heat under sheet and I can hear your heartbeat from a distance.