Straight gentle
Flowing black hair
The summer sun
A breeze in the air
A tender smile
And deep gazing eyes
Looking beyond
To where my soul lies

Not a sound
in th forest
Not a leaf
in the wind

On the lake
not a ripple
there's a storm
coming in

Not a deer
in the meadow
Not a hiss
not a howl

Not a breath
Not a whisper
There's a cat
on the prowl

Not a twitter
of a bird
Not a Bat
Not an Owl

Silence in the forest
There's a cat on the prowl



All is well until he brushes against my legs, looks
up at me and meows - lunch time

break your chains
what obstacle
crazy torrent like
once you try life
even if the appeal comes from within
you should visit at the cliff coast
this is understand the importance of the line

Whisper gently
In my ear
Innocent words
From tender years

Hold me close
As the sun sinks low
Through the curtains
A golden glow

Then close your eyes
Lay with me here
Our troubles far
When sleep is near