Clouds drift by slowly
In a sky of painted blue
Thoughts turn to dreams
When I think of you
I wish that we had met
In another place in time
For my words shall never hold you
You will always be out of reach
But one day should you need me
Or you have a change of heart
Then come to me by moonlight
In the cool breath of the night
For I shall be waiting for you
In the garden of hope and dreams…
Prose - Dianne Dawes ... ♥
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