A clouded dream on an earthly night hangs upon the crescent moon. A voiceless song in an ageless light sings at the Coming dawn. Birds in flight are calling there, where the heart moves the stones. It's there that my heart is longing.
A painting hangs on an ivy wall, nestled in the emerald moss. The eyes declare a truce of trust. Then it draws me far away. Where deep in the desert twilight, sand melts in pools of the sky. Darkness lays her crimson cloak. Your lamps will call me home.
And so it's there my homage's due, clutched by the still of the night. Now I feel you move, and every breath is full. So it's there my homage's due, clutched by the still of the night. Even the distance feels so near.
Keep straining my ears to hear your voice and reaching out with my hands to feel your touch. I focus my eyes to see your face my body longs to feel your embrace. Take me outside of my skin where the face of beauty lies within.
This is my song made only for you and all for the Love of You!
tiyler durden
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