Pages of Sand

Shadows line the walls of the room

A clock keeps time, an aching moon

Lights are low, I turn the page

The walls whisper their ageOh, where will we travel tonight, my dearest love

Oh how I long to enter your worldWill your arms take me afar

To distant lands where we will warm

ourselves on hot sands.Stories capture other times

I try to read between the linesAnd like sand inside my shoe

I feel you slipping inside

And I will carry you on.And like sand inside my shoe

I feel you slipping inside

And I will carry you on