Transmissions


save your dreams for the hours just before morning

as moonlight slips into the day

spilling over the fading hours

coloring the currents in your wake

like tiny specs of dust catching fire as they reach the atmosphere


listen to the rain drops on the windows of your intuition

in the spotlight of your mind’s eye

saying, “show me something spellbinding...

for i’ve done all i can with this”

keep the wide light shining... keep the lighthouse looking on


you may reveal a mystery

strip it to the feeling... skin free

if you could split every atom between my thought and your vision

climb down your words and be with me

show me your emotion... skin free

if i could split every atom between your thought and my vision

leaving only heartwave transmissions

like tiny specs of dust catching fire as they reach the atmosphere



Words by David Delmar & Carlos Tulloss. ©2003



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