She walks like a whisper
On the edge of my dreams.
Touched by the moonlight,
Blurry at the seams.
She speaks like a prayer
When faith turns surreal.
I can’t see her face,
But I know she’s for real.
She breaks like a promise,
The silence of the day.
Her voice transcends
From somewhere far away.
She hides like a mystery
And hasn’t got a name.
Secret or enigma,
To me it’s all the same.
She smells like a summer
On a cold winterscape.
Wish she would linger
Till I make my escape.