Through the Throes of Love we Go

Through the storm in the throes of love we go
inside where all the emotions seem to flow
a distant dawn of morning song
cold and the window has been drawn

Frayed to the beat
of the heart calling out
to the sounds that have always grown
from the stomping of that internal heat

And where can we go
when inside is all we have known
and the terrain is rocky and full of wild
mystery?

breath in and let it go
into the howl of the moon
and the wolfs growl
open your heart
and let it grow

where the cacaphony of sound
dances deeply in the wind
feel your own heart beat
its wild full and free
and has never known
anything less to be

so let the storm come
and let you lose
to the magic of the sound
the meaning of one eternal beat
the heart songs subtle heat