Whenever the moon was full and bright
And the air was heavy with dew
Then would appear the phantom faire
A carnival of mystery and delight
May 2011
I saw the sun come rising
With my dawning dreams
Lifting my spirit from the depths
Of forever sleepless nights
photo by pamullman
She returned to the lake
Where they had first kissed
To weep with the willow
For the love she had risked
In the forest of my dreams
The path is strewn with flowers
In the forest of my mind
The path is strewn with dreams
In the forest of my heart
The path is strewn with love
He took his broken heart and dreams
To live alone in the middle of a lake
He wrote his despair on the summer sun
Till healed by the first snowflake
Talk to me of setting suns
In a place above the sea
Talk to me of rising moons
In a place of balmy breeze
Talk to me of endless stars
In a place thats wild and free
My heart stays hidden in a secret room
Behind a bookcase of tears
Finding solace in tales of loss
A retreat from confusion and fears
photo by simonbrown
Sunbeams on lilacs
Sparkling blue like your eyes
Glimpses of heaven
Beneath bright summer skies
Awakening my senses
Like a crisp sunrise
photo by suesue2
Ocean waves sooth my soul
When I am lost and adrift
Sun and sea open my eyes
When I am blinded by the dark
