Your Name Love
Lost living among'st the shadows of dreams
An echo softly holds a gentle stillness
As a vision grows dimly lit holding flames
From troubles burning within chambers deep
I raise my eyes towards the mountain peaks
Winds softly echoing your voice inside the rain
One charmer who cast such cunning spells
Through a galaxy where time dances with the stars
Spirit of eternal peace and love falls uniquely pure
Into the arms of your goodness a picture develops
Drunken soul of a sailor sings to the night sky
Lament of a seagull cries eternally over waves
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
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