Write me a letter, one from you
In which you paint me pictures
In your words, of you and love,
Of places far away, where dreams come true.
Make your words sing to me
Lullabies long forgotten.
Make your words dance for me
Of stars that shine and glimmer
Eternally, like the ones in your heart.
I want to smell the roses you grow,
Run my hands through fields of grass
The ones you see, the places you walk.
It’s only through your words that I come alive
For I have been stone far too long
Now I feel an awakening, a stirring inside
From nothing to hope to something,
That from beyond my horizon,
Your words will float my way
Taking me with you, I can ask no more.
Morpethroad 