Moon on the river, <br />shadows in the trees, <br />whispers from the rushes, <br />echo on the breeze, <br />A figure 'neath the gaslamp, <br />inviting in it's glow, <br />halfway across the old stone bridge, <br />halfway between this world and hers, <br />no further can i go.<br /><br />Laurie hill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-world/
