various times we went through time
on the steps leading to the mountain
when you thought you knew me
equal to our magic numbers and letters
let me show you the rooms of my heart
after the moon came up
nothing was as recalled the next year
doing it as the trials of this month covered us
sounds that rise into the clouds
only these are a final acceptance
not a thing disturbs me today
getting away with you is all i need
jaybeasley2 