Treasure Island

moon dust

(oct.15 / Earth)

When the Sun Shines


I am always here
I am in the wind
That whispers thru the pine
I am always here
I'm the achingly beautiful melody
Playing across your mind
When the sun shines, when the sun shines
I am always here
I am the emptiness in the night
Keeping you in memories until dawn
I am the past and future
Lingering on and on
I am always here
And sometimes I call your name
I play across your mind
On waves of memories
When the sun shines, when the sun shines
I am here.


Dena, may you find laughter and dance and song now

Submitted: Sunday, November 22, 2009
Edited: Sunday, November 22, 2009

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