The wind, a breath that speaks a thousand words;
The cloud, a dream whose voice is soft and mute;
The moon, a heart that grieves reflection’s loss;
The stars, some countless tears bemoaning what was lost;
What I would give to hold you in my arms,
For that I would go,
To the heavens, to your heart, and with you beside me,
Past confusing dreams and avenues,
I dreamed.
The wind, a worldly whisper of vows and long ago;
The cloud, a distant melody of dreams and what could be;
The moon, an image set in tarnished views;
The stars, a pool of tears half-hidden, yet in vain;
What I would give to hold you in my arms,
For that I would go,
To the heavens, to your heart, and with you beside me,
Your lips, their faintest touch,
All fades with weary morn,
I dreamed.
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