move
The night's are drawing in
the stars come alive
a dark canvass
appears before my eye's
The world becomes smaller
without any demands
a silently whispering wind
gently stiring where i stand.
Dressed in black
but as clear as day
nothing can prepare you
for what i will say
restore a picture
within a frame
the magic is apparent
with a spark there will always be a flame.
Dreams that are spoken
becomes real in our minds
whether or not we are the dreamer
the discovery within time
Love has no equal
surrender to it's will
nomore frost bitten
no longer will i stand still.
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