When time slows down to lumbering steps and
I have no new eyes for this old world:
Thrill me with your sass!
Take me by the the reluctant hand and
Swing me through your blood red blossom.
Tell me what the birds song means.
Fill my nostrils with your perfume.
Throw me down upon your soft green grass,
Sing me songs, recite your life, beat my ass.
Do whatever it is that you say I sometimes do, but
Most of all lead me down to crystal rivers where your favourite stories grew.
Let your pervasive accent bounce over words,
Your tongue flick within your full, cherry lips,
Your buoyancy carry me up to clouds
That we earlier shaped into Disney creatures.
Just, for the sake of my sanity: inspire me!