In the pale moonlight of my melancholy I walk these shores.
Where the waves of your beautiful mind crashes over my soul.
Turning dark sand into sparkling diamonds dancing in the night.
Your words a twirling mist, creating shapes and streaks of joy.
I could easily wrap myself up and disappear in this cloak of peace.
Let the ocean that is you throw itself over me and hide me from myself.
Yaku 