Dance beneath the starsas you drink in the night.Let the thunder over take youas the lightening fills the sky.Feel the force of naturepenetrate your skin,spin with worldas the magic sinks in
I lie awakeHoping, prayingYou will turn to meLook at me with those loving eyesBut you never do.Every time I hopeIt never comes true.I don't know why I have restless nightsThinking maybe, just maybeYou would hold me tight in your arms againI don't know whyIt affects meOr why you affect meThe way you doBut the truth isThat is only the tip
That was it.The end had come.The time to depart drew near.As she sits on the couchWaitingWatchingNot knowing what to think.Then he pulled up.Like a fairytale gone wrong.The story of a couple so strongLost forever in a memoryHe walks up to the door.She opens it up.Standing there trying not to cry.The day she feared was here.As the door opened she ran to him.
Oh how beautifulThe leaves a bright greenBranches like fingers reachingTo touch and scratch and clawTheir beauty astonishes me.Oh how I wish I were oneSo freeSo freeTo doWhat IPleaseFreeFreeFree
The night is come, but not too soon;And sinking silently,All silently, the little moonDrops down behind the sky.There is no light in earth or heavenBut the cold light of stars;And the first watch of night is givenTo the red planet Mars.Is it the tender star of love?The star of love and dreams?O no! from that blue tent above,A hero's armor gleams.And earnest thoughts within me rise,When I behold afar,Suspended in the evening skies,
Youth of delight! come hitherAnd see the opening morn,Image of Truth new-born.Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,Dark disputes and artful teazing.Folly is an endless maze;Tangled roots perplex her ways;How many have fallen there!They stumble all night over bones of the dead;And feel--they know not what but care;And wish to lead others, when they should be led.
"Hope" is the thing with feathers --That perches in the soul --And sings the tune without the words --And never stops -- at all --And sweetest -- in the Gale -- is heard --And sore must be the storm --That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm --I've heard it in the chillest land --And on the strangest Sea --Yet, never, in Extremity,It asked a crumb -- of Me.