walking onthe other side of your dreams
Angels they say, lose a feather each time they set up to fly
here is a feather I found for you...
used it to write my poem
and the whisper is the sea
rushing upon your meadows
I place my hand upon you
and then you smile close to my lips...

for missing all that has gone away while i wait at the sea side
just when you said, 'it's nice out here'....
that was when I found that angel's feather
and my whisper became a shout and my shout a smile
and my smile your face....