Lonely hearts, do you seek, the sound of nature’s familiar beat?
Softly sighing in the winds, songs remembered till the end.
Primordially cling to passions glow familiar beat, life flows.
Remembered vaguely in the arms, mothers singing, safe from harm.
Singing chants, flutes in tune, emanate from broken ruins
Crashing symbols of the sea, I must go my humble plea
Standing , in pulsing surf I abide, rhythms’ of our holy tides
Breath in rhythm, song on lips, remembrances of a gentle kiss
Harmony caught by wailing winds standing in a forgotten glen.
Skin on drum, electronic strum, , beats of our hearts cannot part
We began together on some plain, rhythms of love will remain.