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).