#2

Feb 04, 2008 - 19:40 PM PST

Fingertips are the lighthouses of this ocean
Storms raging for centuries are calmed by their grace
Lines traced across fields of untouched amber
Fingerprints of the first to figure out the riddle
Raven locks and honey skin
Keep the ocean as calm as a breathe
Almond colors and wandering lips
Take that breathe and turn it into wind