Arc Of The Woken Theft...

Arc of a diver effortlessly, 

my mind in sky and when I wake up

Daytime and nighttime I feel you near

Warm water breathing she helps me here

She bathes me in sweetness I cannot reveal

For sharing dreams I need my woman

This humble expression meagerly dressed

My eyes so mean it has no meaning

But jealous night and all her secret chords

I must be deaf on the telephone I need my love to translate