a korua reo - your voice

Your voice a crystal dream

Comes to me as I meander

Life can be anticipation

Of fingertips so tender

Your crooning hum I feel

Even as I dream

Of consuming you

In passion

All I am is alive

For the desire of you

To taste your depths

To write for you

And so purerehua

We are an ocean apart

Yet in the moments quite

Our music draws us close

For I play for you

Even in the hurt

And more I play for you

When joyously I set me free

When you sleep and dream

I am writing, playing, painting

Just for you Ataahua