For there is no full moon
Where can I get my energy
Where is my spirit coming from?
But a promess of tomorrow night
That never really comes
The time pass
But the feeling stays
Of memorable nights
And endless hope
Where sharing was in silence
No words
No sound
Only touch
Lips
And carefull bound
Distant symphonie
Of a ballet we created
On those cold night of winter
Far far away in our own world
where none was invited
missing it.
