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The moon brings echoes of your silent yearning voice
while grey moths are dancing in the light of a torch
A playful silver moonbeam makes a thought, and then a choice
to bring you a dream with the words I wrote on my porch

“Let the wind embrace you and tell not to despair
the gentle soft breeze will whisper – I am here
Let the flavour of the rain make you feel my heart
Smell the scent of fresh air we both share
And you will know – I am near
Let the sunshine caress your face and hair
Know it, taste it, feel it, smell it
My promise will never fade or disappear
I am here”

© Sirenia 2012