Deep
It’s closer to dawn than the midnight hour
Your misty mind swims in a land locked haze
Glimmering flames are stealing the shadows
Needle like rhythms seem to pierce your brain
You twist and you turn like a meandering river
You’re lost in the dance like a shaman possessed
The soft touch of warm skin falls gently upon you
You’re lost in the deep like a baby caressed
… Lenny 2005