Queen Of The Moon

Each full moon Li Po, pink pearls flowers deep in the well. Down by the city that sleeps. Looking up at it it seems mere inches from my face. My desire washes your face my love, of wine and your hand stretches me out piano blues. Remember dangerous minds, is this your secret too lost children today have a care one day in their hands. Li Po in the valley of hope tonight said. When she comes, bending over it beats and it burns the first time. Queen of the moon unkempt I bath in the stream over whelmed, by the smell in the air.