Chilled nights anxiously swept away holding hope as daunting eyes dance alone brushed strokes of silence escape hearts flutter in anticipation words aloft floating on solemn wings indulging in free flight fantasy amongst where angels do sing pressed parchment lain longs to be read under mysterious glow radiant notes piously resound peering stoically in ardent spirit tense the quiet hour plays on minds drift off to bountiful fields yielding precious daisies sway happily in the gentle breeze amber strokes of lovely lift doleful doubt and helplessness aside unearthing jubilation yearning for this never ending dream