Moonstruck as Athena

With one hand in my pocket
I can stop the wind
Hold out my palms and feel the world again
. . . with love from me to you
What’s the use in talking
Always trying to explain
Just send me what your wanting baby
I can stop the pain
. . . with love from me to you
Love me like a treasure and I’ll turn your heart to gold
It’s a feeling I can’t measure
That is older than you know

I’m as moonstruck as Athena
Venus blows and parts my hair
I move across the oceans painting stardust on my lips
In my hands are pearls of passion
In my hearts a mystic kiss
. . . with love from me to you
I raise my arms to call the waves
The sea winks beneath my feet
With pounding breath my tongue is loosed and my mouth begins to speak
. . . with love from me to you
copyright Sandy Hibbard