Resting Beneath

It’s not the wind singsBut me holding your dreamsCaressing your breathWithin midnight sweetResting beneath Colour of the seaQuivers beyond pure starlightDeep underneath Come at once you hear the whisper of leavesIt’s not the waves calling my nameNor the wishes of pale moon’s heartI hear your voice deep withinCalling out my nameThrough the shadows so darkAContinue reading “Resting Beneath”

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