Stop

won´t you come over?
we´ll have a cup of tea
and you can tell me all the things
that you seem to believe
and perhaps pass one or two
onto me
you say for every horror 
there´s a million acts of kindness
but i´ m haunted by an image
and now i´ m racked with doubt and shyness
oh...please... stop

you are an ocean
you tempt and nourish me
with all of the things that make me want to live
mud-lusciously
the feeling lingers or is this a dream?

 philosophy is a forest
more tangled up with time
your company- a bolt -a blaze
that burns the deadwood to the ground
oh...please... stop

won´t you come over.... won´ t you come over.... won´ t you