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.
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