Longing

Time rests in a picture The paint is still wet A name like a whisper A shadow in my bed Dreams of the days We've been sailing on a swan Under pink fluffy clouds Of laughter that went On and on and on We were writing our story The biggest book it should become Full of love Full of music We could have rested after the longest run This is true longing Day after day Year after year I didn't see it coming She's far out I'm still here And time rests in our pictures Full of love Full of sun In my dreams I hear her singing And the song goes On, and on, and on