Fusion Craves To Call.

Playful night sings fairy tales of red stained rose for soul to seek warmth to flesh out from boned fusion as moment to sip breath of night`s kisses yet to gloss for heart to weave fill of blue in vacuum suave. plaintive breath gleans tear by griped sorrow to allay stormed leaf surrenders to feel the godly silence when web of spider clubs to catch its innocent prey as if moon blinks in its legacy of serene white to flux. deer escapes from clawed trap of tiger to shy of death when grass listens gingerly walk of dew to quell thirst yet swathed wreath rills on overtly into bereaved soul as moonlit night embraces light of love on its wakeful lap. joy and fear alternate like tide and ebb on crest and trough fusion triggers to make truth of call to free of trepidation. for mellow flow to merge into a plain of groovy vale as world to see snug of home to hold love in tipsy eyes.