If Stars Could Talk...
Quiet now, let the moonlight fall.
Don’t tell me—I don’t want to know.
Wrap me up in your warm embrace;
Glistening sand as white as snow.
And even if the Devil came,
Would we notice him coming?
As we fall away from the rush of day,
I hear naught but your heart drumming.
Drumming, pounding, like the rain.
Soothing, takes away the pain.
The waves, they crash; the wind, it sings;
And the moon shines down her silver rings.
Don’t talk now; listen as time flies.
I’ll kiss the sadness from your eyes.
Although some day you’ll leave, I know
You’ll take part of me when you go.
Copyright ©1996 by Veronica L. F. Jensen
