shai moonshine Eyes like seals or even a deer. The woodsy type innocense, and yet sharpness. I lie with the sugar spy in capture. Whats really there? Maybe the beaches and moonless Mexico we shared? Running along the beach, diving in the waters, and sneaking away from the stars to find the peace. Pieces of you I'll never understand. There isn't time, and I'm not the one to know...but I 'll still tell you what they say. When the words are too quick, we'll learn a new language together. 010507 ... the maker hulud 010507 what's it to you? who go blather from