The World Is Ours By Dan Beckmann
I am wherever I wish to reside
With whomever cares to be with me
I wear nothing, for I am not that which can be seen
For now, I bask in the bath of brilliant sunlight, on a grassy lake island
One hand holds a handful of healthy weeds on the ground, the other rests in another's grasp
I smell the slight scent of the salty sea and the coming rains
The world is ours; only ours
I can not see the face or body of the other
I hear a melodic, mellifluous voice carried on the mellow winds
I find the light coming no longer from the sun, but from the feeling of safety
I taste a splash of honey, for emotion is sweet
I feel the first drop of rain, but it's alright, for rain is love
And the World is ours