How can I say that I have seen the moon stood two hundred and thirty eight thousand, nine hundred miles away.
Monthly Archives: January 2014
Begin to touch
Can never be
Solitude was once sought in azure blue skies and the open seas. Now it rests within the walls it calls home with ease.
Continue to dream
For they are yours to keep
Carrying you over mountains steep
So dream awake or whilst you sleep
But continue to dream
For they are yours to keep.