Wednesday, 8 August 2012

Beauty

Wind and my heart swimming in collected words
Moved by the wind in through the world
Clouds like a voice that we all recognize
Carry the holding future

Moon on the sky as a trembling heart
Shone on a glass on steadily
Stars shedding tears in the nova flowing stream
I see the night all around me


Isn't it beautiful
Being together all alone, walking hand in hand
And I want to go to your city, to your home, into your arms
That's all inside your body
From those conflicted lies
As from my dreams


Wind died away and I feel all the words
Led by a gentle illusion
Clouds are the future that cannot be attained
Told from impossible distance

The moon filled with night as it flow through your heart
Search far away reflections
Stars bright like tears like fruit falls from a tree
I wipe my dreams of the nighttime



Isn't it beautiful
Being together all alone, walking hand in hand
And I want to go to your city, to your home, into your arms

To feel your face
The touch of memories
And now that I awake as from a dream

No comments:

Post a Comment