Every once in a while
wrapped in the black velvet hush of fading reality
when earth's voices have fallen into fleeting interludes of half-formed dreams
he awakens after journeying through a lovely dream
to see through the gossamer
that you too are alone, alert to the night's whispers.
Might our fingertips dance in a delicate waltz?
wrapped in the black velvet hush of fading reality
when earth's voices have fallen into fleeting interludes of half-formed dreams
he awakens after journeying through a lovely dream
to see through the gossamer
that you too are alone, alert to the night's whispers.
Might our fingertips dance in a delicate waltz?
