Company in the Moon

A hand offering a hand to the other leaves the tingling
germinate in you, learn, may beetles fly like that ?
If youth kindled waves, that remembers our sea, there is
pass this info on to other waves ? His murmur - his noise
fills the night - Join me and love the nightly line
that begins and ends nowhere
in tenderness. never keep waiting for what you could
it annoys those who count on you to show others
how you know how to surpass yourself !
This is how waves are distributed
and can smooth out said love, even this one,
who never lose your way, lie down around you in voluptuousness.
HEIKE THIEME