A tune he carry’s all for her heart,
A lovely melody a gift of art.
Mesmerized with the touch of his tune,
Captivated by the midnight moon.
A touch of hope held her hands,
Wandering traveler throughout the lands.
The mind can journey through a vision she sees,
His voice travels through the spring colored trees.
“Come my love walk with me the full moon calls,
Through lost ages freedom, break thy walls.
I will find you my love, you need not fear,
My kisses will wash away your tears.”
© Cynthia Clark
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