Wherever does the moon shine down on your face
In quiet shadows while you’re awake
Painting your dreams onto paper for all the world to see.
There’s me.
Watching you gently glide
Your thoughts like living poetry
Without words onto paper
Making your soul fly
Like your birds.
While I listen and wait
To music that you feed me
Staying awake to find my freedom
In the man that’s made me free
Where I could lie awake until sunrise
And dream dreams surreal with my eyes wide open
Bathed in the morning sun I’ll rise
Whenever the light shines upon your face
And warms the gentle lines that are your smile
When you think of me.

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