There's a voice on the wind,
That calls to me,
A whisper in my ear,
As I lay sleeping.
A faint voice,
That I can hardly hear,
Rendered almost none existent,
By the passing day, the year.
I long for that voice,
Somewhere in the dark,
That voice that speaks to me,
A lullby to my heart.
It's the voice of a shadow,
That's forever beyond my reach,
An image of someone special
That I can never see.
In fleeting moments,
My hand reaches out to catch,
I can no more catch it,
Than I can hold water in my fingers.
CyanDreamer... Dreaming of another life.
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