See two empty hearts entwine
drinking in the weak sunshine
hunting natures true devine
but shy of its extreme.
Chase the autumn winds do blow
tell me what I've yet to know
things aren't what they seem.
Competing with the soft bird song
forget the silence of a throng
invite the lonely moon along
to skip across the stream.
To disturb the endless ticking clock
making you a laughingstock
have you found the key to unlock,
the door into a dream?
