Will you be my world?
The moon to my ocean?
Will you be my view
whenever the windows open?

Will you be the breeze crawling between my covers?
Better yet the rain that cools me in the summer?
Will you be the "ash," the after math of my ERUPTION?

Will you be my wave, triggered by my quake?
Could you be my dreams that beg me not to awake?

The one running my mind late night robbing me of my sleep,
Would you be what I sow, or everything that I reap?

Will you be my world?
The moon to my ocean?
Will you be my view,
whenever the windows open?