saving these virgin pages for someone in your dreams forget it, moon dancer the obvious will never be what it seems skipping off lovers like stones in the streams go back to your cobweb where you danced on moonbeams away from the village where they take their adventures through a computer in the den out to the cacti and the whispering wind voices in the silent clouds and floating in the blue away and traveling into you….. midnight wine songs and pleasure red mountains in the morning.