Out Of Reach
Merken
Merken
There was a shadowman walking through a shadowland. Tryin‘ to catch the moon with a rope, couldn’t do it, thought that there was no hope for him to get into the light, and that he’d be damned to live in the night. And he turned his hand into a fist, …
Softly I came down to rest, lying still now for a while. When the sun is turning West, you can see me softly smile. Morning sun will wake me up with his tender loving kiss. And a breeze will lift me up, lets me fly again in bliss. (Copyright Ines …
Between night and day we touch the light. Between sheets of time we hold on tight. In velvet we enwrap our secret dreams. And on we float on silver scented streams. (Copyright Ines Langs, April 23, 2008) Merken