Enchanted woods under howling moon
Lost in its silver light
I’m tempted, mesmerized
Lost in its silver light
I’m tempted, mesmerized
Shadows are whispering in the night
Calling through the wind and cold
Frozen they are echoing
Longing for a dreaming child on white shore
We are but the voices of wind blowing through
We are but the whispers of ocean deep blue
Touch of morning dew, dream told true
We are but the wolves roaming with the moon
We are but the shadows of the wonder and awe
Barefoot steps on cold morning shore
Mirror of nature, kiss of dawn
Deep in your eyes I once saw
Soul tied to soul, entwined forever
United as one they’re flowing together
We are but the shadows of wonder and awe
Lost in the night, forever gone with the tide
We are but the voices of time and hope
Drawn in the end of a dream, last storytime
Linlin's Poetry 