As breathless curtains stir
to melodies of the singing tree
and the smell of old rain lingers
I drift.....
drift out to sea
on a raft made of yesterdays
dreaming...dreaming of you.
As the moon slept upon a hammock
and a single stroke of night
coloured the sky indigo
I walked into your eyes
speaking a language
our tongues could not.
Tawny skin glistened
in still, humid air
as liquid knees dissolved
upon a scented bed of Jasmine.
Now, memories hang upside down
from stars in our different worlds
as I drift once more out to sea
on a raft made of yesterdays.
to melodies of the singing tree
and the smell of old rain lingers
I drift.....
drift out to sea
on a raft made of yesterdays
dreaming...dreaming of you.
As the moon slept upon a hammock
and a single stroke of night
coloured the sky indigo
I walked into your eyes
speaking a language
our tongues could not.
Tawny skin glistened
in still, humid air
as liquid knees dissolved
upon a scented bed of Jasmine.
Now, memories hang upside down
from stars in our different worlds
as I drift once more out to sea
on a raft made of yesterdays.
I love you more than you ever know...♥
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