give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain

Under the influence of the moon's breeze, music witchery is

touching me and metamorphose me in the whispers of stars,

properly orchestrated by your wildish thoughts, making me

look like a tableaux vivant out of your preferred color palette

in the abstract, as if we're meant to be metaphysical as one.

Under the influence of the moon's breeze, your incantations

appears organized, whenever, wherever, and in any way ever,

inciting me to add additional loves' names to your love for me.

Under the influence of the moon's breeze and of its charisma,

I invoked dream's power to lure you inside my unpredictability

to mention your name, – (give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain).