Exora floods the dawn with splashing fragrances of fuchsia,
Intoxicating blossoms from the sun,
Bewitching those who find them, casting spells of intimation,
Marking time for love, until your other things are done;
Silence crushes echoes through suspended animation,
Velvet stillness wears forever in a song,
Creating space to breathe, across a sea of meditation,
Marking time for love, in our soul where we belong;
Hunger feeds acceptance while we writhe in sweet starvation,
Longing quietly for the one who holds our heart,
Hanging on to inspiration, finding comfort in tomorrow,
Marking time for love, while together we’re apart;
Siamese dragons dance around the stars and in the thunder,
Our blushing spirits pirouette into the soul,
Where one and one is two and three, and intuition is the answer,
Marking time for love, from our patience we’re made whole;
Exora floods the dawn with splashing fragrances of fuchsia,
Intoxicating blossoms from the sun,
Bewitching those who find them, casting spells of intimation,
Marking time for love, until your other things are done,
Marking time for love, until your other things are done.
