White Skin in Linen

      Figures up ahead ...Moving in the trees...White skin in linen...Perfume on my wrist
...And the full moon that hangs over...These dreams in the mist..."

​These Dreams

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           Darkness on the edge...Shadows where I stand...I search for the time...On a watch with no hands...I want to see you clearly....Come closer than this....But all I remember...Are the dreams in the mist.."

                   The sweetest song is silence
That I've ever heard
Funny how your feet
In dreams never touch the earth
In a wood full of princes
Freedom is a kiss
But the prince hides his face
From dreams in the mist

These dreams go on when I close my eyes..."