When The World Feels Depleted And Empty

When the world feels depleted and empty A blossom no longer on the stem and leaf 'I can hardly speak when you are near.' Oh, that's when my heart beats like the wings of a June bug. My soul senses the sap of the whole in the root And wants to return to the frequency, the formula That led us all out of that caveman's cave. When the world feels depleted and empty Hold my hand and command me home to bed. When the last glowing jasmine star is sown Oh, I want to sleep in chamomile with you all my nights When the moon rises in place of the sun, I want to feel that healthy rain-dropping dew, Falling on the flowers flames dowsing me and you.