As We Glow

I Am in Need of more than your sweet music. I am in need of notes that would grow and flow. Over my fretful heart, feeling trembling they on my fingertips. Over my never by you, better-trained, I quiver, seated deep red parted lips. With a golden melody, it is deep, clear, and liquid-slow. Oh, for mine, yours the healing I am swaying, old and of't low. Of some long far off your song, sung to best the tired, hold my head. A song to fall like water like dropps on my head. Where are the leaves I have parted, between them I see. And over quivering brown limbs, you dream and I flush, as we glow!