Dreams hold me here
Music drifts on the moonlight
The ghost of your touch
Upon my shoulder lingers
Somewhere
The earth whispers your name
And a day must always end now
With the brush stroke of your smile
© Ann Bagnall
Dreams hold me here
Music drifts on the moonlight
The ghost of your touch
Upon my shoulder lingers
Somewhere
The earth whispers your name
And a day must always end now
With the brush stroke of your smile
© Ann Bagnall