Casting stones into this moonlight river,
From the bridge I dream of you,
Hoping for a slight chance to deliver,
A message from the heart to you.
A vast ocean and two verry different worlds we are from,
Can this love we have ever really be,
Will you cross the world for me, will you come,
Is this just my great fantasy?
Surely it is, for our hope are kites in the wind,
When they have not wind they shall not fly,
So, on the wind I send,
A soft hope of love and wishes that touch you like a sigh.
Wash over me, like this river water, dear,
So soft, so gently, shine like the dew in the riseing sun,
Whipe away and wash away all that I fear,
Take me in your arms in the medow and let our love run.
We wake in the medow to find a cloud of mist surrounding our world,
While we gather ourselves and close up like the flowers,
We catch them slowly uncurl,
Revealing their sweetness and powers.
Your kisses on my neck are hushed whispers in the night,
Our dream to stay will surely wither away,
Like the flowers in winter's sight,
We were so fortunate to have one night and half a day.
Gracefully I walk away, trying not to let you see,
This pain that only I can read,
This pain that only I can see,
A fire that wants to feed.
Yet, I know my place, and leave you gracefully.
