Dark night half moon
hanging in the deep blue sky
gentle breeze
sneaking through the window
and dancing with the silk purple curtains.
I feel a sweet delicate kiss on my lips
I open my eyes try to reach you
and kiss you back
but you are not here.
It must have been the wind then
dancing with the fairies
and carrying a kiss to my lips
a sweet delicate kiss
a sweet delicate memory
that the wind
brings back to life.
October 2000.
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