Moonchild Ballad By Lyn

Her moonchild ballad so heartfelt and warm the voice of an angel, lifting my heart I am captivated and intrigued my imagination parades through meadows and mountains she is singing in a language I do not know yet my soul understands completely There is a tenderness that is precious A bit of a lament, a love poem She is singing to her lover, assuring him that she will always know him Through past lives, and future incarnations. Her notes caress my ears, assuring me of her love An incredible gift, you have Lyn, An angelic voice. It is prettier than harps. I listen and I learn, transmogrifying myself into a butterfly flitting from note to note, enjoying the view.