Morning Dew

On an evening like this
I need to catch a view of river mist
I lift my hands up to the sky
Wipe away the excess clouds, sit down, and gaze up high
I whisper to the Moon, my wishes in the form of a song
some where deep inside I know; I'm far away from being wrong
And when She hands over the sky to The Sun
Before He rises, I will run
Down to the fields of Heathers
Where the Angel's feathers
Gently touches my face
When I'm in His embrace
He's You
standing in the middle of the morning dew.