you wonder when the passion will blaze and a streak of inspiration will jolt you into action my darling we have only till noon to set our communication ablaze. The day is blazing, the shadows are falling and I am a light with your fire you wonder when the fire will unfreeze and cracks of the ice will shatter frozen throes we'd held so dearly my darling we have only till high noon to share these secrets. Broadcast to the farthest beaming star, we let our presence be known sizzling, we tear scabs of fear from our eyes blistering, no longer floating with lukewarm desires we have only till high noon to let our communication be known only the deepest blaze of day to share our hearts rescued from the mire you wonder when the passion will become noon in your life when a light will break through shrouds of your safety never released into freedom we have only till noon, and a streak of a lightening jumps off a griddle of enlightenment, a streak of lightening insight will shoot from the moon the sun will be blazing soon. Hurry while the light still fires from your eyes We no longer need dwell in shadows we no longer wade through hip "indeedy" fallacies. My darling, my need for you is water for my fire we are only a wonder to my awakening eyes kiss me now there are only a few more moments to share this passion and merge our communication into the light the shadows are falling the shadows are falling we have only till high noon... ...you are only a wonder to my awakening fire.