And
as she spreads her wings, the clouds part like the curtains of a smile,
and the warmth of the god we all yearn to detach from mumbles true
ecstatic findings binding all of our collective will to the passionate
cries of a peaceful future.
and the lowly peasants on the ground are humbled in awe, their goosebumps rippling for miles, stretching like the arms of love across fields and deserts, sandstorms and snowflakes.
And did I ever really know you? The orchestral climax lives on in my head. Did I ever really see you? I know I lived for a while in your bed. But somehow you opened an eye inside of me that blinked and fawned and wilted and closed. and now, sewn shut, it is trapped forever under the deep protection of the night.
and the lowly peasants on the ground are humbled in awe, their goosebumps rippling for miles, stretching like the arms of love across fields and deserts, sandstorms and snowflakes.
And did I ever really know you? The orchestral climax lives on in my head. Did I ever really see you? I know I lived for a while in your bed. But somehow you opened an eye inside of me that blinked and fawned and wilted and closed. and now, sewn shut, it is trapped forever under the deep protection of the night.
No comments:
Post a Comment