Tangerines are hanging heavy, glowing marigold in hues, teasing a half pale moon. And I feel a pull to the blue velvet dark and stars, stars, stars. Pink magnolia, blushing and coy, savors the sun while she shines. You've got yours and I've got mine, together we glide through the blue velvet dark and stars, stars, stars. All it takes is a little faith and a lot of heart. Back and forth we ply these oars, they move in time and get entwined. Green with joy, then grey with sorrow, ripened fruit that falls tomorrow, filling us with brilliance. Branches are bare with a pulse underneath, flowering slowly inside. Your hands are warm and my body is wide, to hold all the promise of blue velvet dark and stars, stars, stars. All it takes is a little faith and a lot of heart, sweetheart. www.mooji.org