9 June 2011

The Angel's Song

The wind that shakes the willow, sends a shiver down my spine.
The softest earth shall be my pillow, the freshest spring my enchanting wine.
So I dance in moonlight with the fairies,
let my wings unfold and stretch them wide,
I am the angel who's dancing in the midst of night.
I am the dream of dreams
I am the stream of streams
I am the whole and I am the one
I am the midnight angel singing that song.
The softest earth will be my pillow, the freshest spring will be my wine.
You are the wind that shakes the willow ... sending shivers down my spine.

~ Tricia Danby ~

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