California bound

Colors of wind across my back

Keep me running

Into a morning mist where

Pillows of laughter hit my face

And streams of loneliness

Blind your tears

We could have made love

In the tenderness of black

But no love can be shared

Upon a wish in the wind

Yellow, cracked the warmth of spring

Standing boldly in the breeze

I danced with the rice crisps

Crackling in a bowl of cold milk

We could have made love

As the warmth of yellow exploded heat

Through wind and wishes

You were lonely running through the wind

And I, being bold, held my breath

Dancing with your wish

(As a rice crisps in a bowl of cold milk).