Tree Of Life, A Woman's Will

Tree of life, a woman's will, midnight candle left all night is burning bright. The crickets outside rubbing legs are never still. The smell of musk of dogwoods bark, eyes closed tight and beneath the moon I hide my tears. Is there any more of this, whats left of mine, come and hold it out in neither hand you call my dear? Each secret woman knows, closemouthed tight lipped his knowledge kept apart between each shore. Titans legs of marble chase me from to there I go. Under cover of the moving sail, and neath the mask of that the lightning starts. Am I likened unto you great thy grasp infinity? Where I am to you I am not at all so small. Your secret kiss. Hushed me with the sensual kiss. Which covers all such love is why we march to war. Electric such the dark are lights seen far across the sky.