still clouds | |
it whispers soft, whispers soft like the wind, caressing me with tales of where the breeze has been.i cry in envy. and no one knows, no no one knows of what the sky has seen, in between dreams, heaven and all my sins. these lies are heavy. these still clouds won't fade this time, hope's to thread on the silver lines, it's nearly silk like how so gentle, so gentle they pass us by. these still clouds i hope we can, cause i alone i cant comprehend, we know but so gently, so gently we still pretend. with dreams they come, wingless they go. i wonder what's it like, to die and ressurect without the flight of sight. with the blind, they need no soul, for gold's enough or so i've been told. in love with phantoms, phantoms that you adore, you taste the sea by licking sands off their shore, may the grace of the waves, may they wake you, drift you to something more. |