The Poet's fingers grasp the pen It's time to find that place again where Ink and paper open wide each Feeling that she can not hide...she can not hide
The image of her body strong The passion waves that linger on and Hair caressed by mountain air, let Impulse rule, she does not care
She dreams of wolves that run at night The scent they seek beyond their sight She howls with them beneath the moon Awake....the dream it ends too soon Why does it end too soon She's howling at the moon
The Dancer passes mirrors by There is no time to wonder why Her body like a willow tree, her Piroette of history...her history
The moves she makes like shadows pass, her Kicks fall through the looking glass, the Rhythm washing through her skin, she Knows each move, each turn, each spin
She dreams and hears the music start Each measure she's rehearsed by heart She longs to dance beneath the moon Awake....the dream it ends so soon.... Why does it end so soon... She dances 'neath the moon.
Our trilogy, our trinity Sweet poet, dancer, look at me Our song begins beneath the moon Awake....the song it ends so Soon...why does it end so soon We sing it neath the moon
The poets fingers grasp the pen, it's Time to find that place again The dancer passes mirrors by There is no time to wonder whyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
