When all of the pieces align, When the balance is clearly defined, Well sigh and well settle down For the first time But held in museum display, Time pulls us further away. And when we rebuild it, All of the details fade. Into the tide, Where the sun fills our eyes, Only silhouettes Will remain in the place Where our rare bird of grace appeared. In our pale imperfect light, Our palms will stabilize, And your brightness Will close our heavy eyes, And well dream with you. Well dream with you. When we awake, we are left With the eggshells inside of the nest And the promise that one day soon, It will come back to us... When we reach into the night, Where the water will rise, Your wings will unbend. In your brilliant display All out worries will wash away. On pale, imperfect eyes, Chandeliers rely... And the brightness will Weave lace out of light When we dream of you. In our pale, imperfect light, Our palms will stabilize, And the brightness Will close our heavy eyes, When we dream of you. Well dream with you
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 03:20:20 +0000
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