Lying beneath the light of a candle that slowly burns
I watch your every move as my heart deeply yearns
A subtle scent of mahogany driftwood seems to linger
Upon a misty sea breeze in the middle of November
The soft silhouettes touch and entangle my thoughts
Somewhere between the mountains, moon and stars
And with each wispy sway of the gentle flame I get lost
In the depths of your gaze as you look deep into my heart
I see you have your voice back.
Happy Thanksgiving to you
Take Me There
Lying beneath the light of a candle that slowly burns
I watch your every move as my heart deeply yearns
A subtle scent of mahogany driftwood seems to linger
Upon a misty sea breeze in the middle of November
The soft silhouettes touch and entangle my thoughts
Somewhere between the mountains, moon and stars
And with each wispy sway of the gentle flame I get lost
In the depths of your gaze as you look deep into my heart