She talks to the moon..

She talks to the moon..
She talks to the moon..
In a dream like vision she awakes.
With the sounds of water falls near a lake.
Every word is whispered in her ears.
The dream is almost so real, she fears.

Laughing at the moon , she then winks.
Every word is rehearsed, she thinks.
In her dreams she could go anywhere
But shes not dead, just a little scared.

When the moon comes out, her dreams she goes in.
Without even thinking they know where she has been.
Talking to the moon once again
These meetings will some how end.

She's broken upon repair..
Her soul takes her there
A little heart with so much flair
Her soul takes her there.

Waking up not remembering a thing
A broken petal, a broken wing.
She's talking to the moon
With scars from her past maybe just maybe she woke up a little to soon.

Written by: Terrylin Corbett