Strangers Of Night

Violin still weeps its lullaby
Through the piano dark sky
Over the horizon, deep untouched high

Dreams arise from ashes to bloom again
Over the dales of darkness
December dwells in white petals of May
Reviving all within I thought was dead

As midnight tears have their sound
Pure song of black and white
Flows still far across the sea I draw upon
All the lost Neverlands, Wonderlands
Searching for the heart within
Innocent beauty of memories

Playing still their songs
Strangers of the night
I see them coming at dawn

A kite in hands of a child, paper ships, meadows of dreams
Rivers and streams, symphony of December nights
Lost memories beyond the theme park gates
Writer’s oblivion, painter’s great desire lives still deep for a child within