A man that never was
When I hear your voice beside of me
The brilliance of your laughter
Well, I´m not longing for the morning after
Your silent smile paints the evening white
And the moon seem so much brighter
It´s the song of YOU, I am but the writer
The shortest look set my mind at ease
you feed the sweetest fire
that burns inside, a cup of pure desire
Buried deep in its purest form
the light is almost blinding
and the dreams you give they´re so inviting
If you only saw the things I see,
the vastness of your being
you couldn't blame me
for the feelings that I´m feeling
If you ever felt the poets urge
seen a glance of things worth seeing
you couldn't help
but fall for dreams worth dreaming
There´s no single hope at all but hey
sweet dreams can make you wander
on sacred grounds from here to yonder
When we´ve said goodbye at the evenings end
I dance to songs so gentle
with thoughts of you the night becomes my temple