It seems the
blue river has ended,
rays of the streetlight
reach out for the fog,
the shapes have been
layered in this peaceful smoke.
Gentle twitter of birds
I need you closer to me,
just sit by my side
enjoy the perfect silence.
You are my torch
and you are my fate.
Let our eyes do the talking,
don't move your lips my darling.
We will stay awake all night
only god knows what will happen,
I'll gently hold
and kiss your hand,
now you see
that I am yours to be.
I'll whisper what the wind
of love is telling me.
Then you will become mine,
no longer you
or I will ever be alone.
Only the morning might show us
what this night will bring.
