In the quiet moonlit hours,
Dreams of love are traveling best.
I will love you being lonely,
With a love I can’t forget,
You will always be beside me,
As the Moon our love protects.
In the darkness I will find you,
For I know you exist somewhere,
Then the moonlight will astound you,
And be glorious everywhere.
Who can follow?The immense hollow,Left by the insinuations,Of political mutations,So hard to swallow.
Do we ourselves knowIf we are stardust,Or just dirty, melting snow?We all wear masks,It’s not convenientFor others our secrets to knowNor how far we can really go!
They hold over meAn unknown powerAnd captivate me,Hold me prisoner,We have become inseparable,As if I were the secret-keeper,Of some unusual herd.
It’s saying, What you Feel.And What you Imagine,In a way,That it always remains,A Mystery,Full of Life,And full of Passion!
Open windows, magical touchTo mysteries that surround us,Wanting to know what the World is made of,Mirrors of feelings, especially love.Looking deeply, attentively,Our eyes enable us to be,More in touch, with what we seeBe it oceans, mountains or sky,When we see them we want to know ‘Why’?Why does the sun enable us to live,Why are we…
So much hate,So very little love,That’s why we have to askWho assassinatedPeace’s sweet darling Dove?
