Nocturnal Whisper II
I hear the fingers
fluttering over the keys
like an enervating breeze
before I've seen the door
The stairs finally
reach their end and I
feel the touch that makes me fly
before I've turned the doorknob
In sweet anticipation
I can see the golden hair
shining and forever fair
before it has touched the shoulders
I have counted all the stars
glittering and ever so bright
under who's watch we'll sleep tonight
before it's offered to go upstairs
Ere the horrible truth strikes back
I live one moment longer in peaceful glee
dreaming about what I'd like to see
before I enter the room
fluttering over the keys
like an enervating breeze
before I've seen the door
The stairs finally
reach their end and I
feel the touch that makes me fly
before I've turned the doorknob
In sweet anticipation
I can see the golden hair
shining and forever fair
before it has touched the shoulders
I have counted all the stars
glittering and ever so bright
under who's watch we'll sleep tonight
before it's offered to go upstairs
Ere the horrible truth strikes back
I live one moment longer in peaceful glee
dreaming about what I'd like to see
before I enter the room
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| Auteur: Ceridwen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 april 2011 | ||
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