Asleep I wake, I'm not alone.
I hear a windows, silent breeze.
Deep inside the woods tonight.
I feel long shadows, of that tree.
...
Her voice is like the ocean breeze,
That moves across the moving waves when I'm alone.
Upon the rocks a wave has crashed the wind
Has tossed the foam.
...
Her voice, catching his ear
distracts him from,
those when, becoming wet.
...