I imagine myself like a Jacaranda tree in the midnight... 

                 on top of a hill... 

                   And with my heartbeat, the purple becomes electric by the pulses 

                    and my flowers begin to blend with the stars as they are released by the cadence... 

We sway and dance together by moonlight in our own silent world... 

           You meet me as the Morning Star - greeting me with the Dawn - You flood my life. 

   And when You -O Morning Star, finally rise up to kiss my branches, electricity ushers in a glorious     Day - 

                laughter born from intimacy ... joy reaped from the Night.