As I lay, upon, a moss covered rock, I see the mountains
All around me, higher, than where, I lay, so hard, rough and tall
Monuments to forever, they are partners, giving voice, to time
I, stand up in the moon light, take off, my clothes, & start over, again

I hear the sea, speak to the mountains of solid rock and hear this reply
We are but time, never ending, as we caress all we have to share
Life, is born, beneath this, misty, moon, one lies naked, in our love
We see your soul as clean as when, you were born, life is not a lie

For hours, I lay upon the moss, covered rock, and felt the mist, of time
Showering over me, heard the mountain’s voices roar, God, I never
Felt so, clean, so old, so, young, so alive, as I bathed, in the Mist, Of Time
I felt, fully clothed as I walked back, into my world, a gift of time

Stronger now, I took the time to stand, naked in the moon light
Alone, but, not by myself, I felt the gift of the moon light, upon my soul
I heard the mountains of hard, solid rock speak, to the mist of the sea
We see your soul as clean as when, you were born, life is not a lie
e tears, from your eyes, then, you kiss me and hold me, forever in your heart

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