Lonely Nights


Reaching for the pillow to hold onto

Thoughts of paradise fill a once empty mind.

Walking on warm sand with the wind in our faces holding hands

Waves breaking in the distance

Fingers of the ocean caressing our toes.

Moments yet to be manifested

In dreamtime we play holding tight facing the wind

Memories of times that have yet to be but have always been.

Strong arms surround and warm the soul

As cool breezes surround us

On another not so lonely night.