Lonely Nights
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.
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