With But You

You would live in this dawn of ours and moving off gently love as the next sea and grass bows down, drawn too the sandy bottom of the sea. Looking up at each wave love when night it passes, drawn down by each past wave that comes again. Would that I could empty this last soul, released from the dream once gathered, left in me. Pulsing each new beat with you, I would my heart as it stops against then starts too beat, and yes I would burn to follow your very soul, blown full of blinding light as it from you would move and dance.