River Of Stars - Paul Schwartz

the wind is warm

and melts up on my face just like

the perfect breath you breathe

the sun escapes

and slides like ice into this veil of night

the shadow of the light

and i shall ride this river made of stars

'til i have reached the steaming

shore where you are

the gravel moans

beneath my feet and i can hear you

call to me in sleep

i drape the dark

up on the glaring day and feel your skin

upon me as we lay

and i shall ride this river made of stars

til i have reached the steaming

shore where you are

to touch you in the dark...

to touch you in the dark

to kiss you in the dark..

to kiss you