To You.
whispering wings fluttering past, silent in the darkness. I know you're there somewhere, just a breath away. It's the moments just seconds before being hit with divine inspiration. I can see you, lifting your head and opening your lips. You call like the stag in the evening, unafraid of the death that lies in your arms. It is a natural, and timely passing. No more suffering. In the cold, crisp air at the end of time, when things change, you were there.
I'm just trying to find it. I'm trying to get to that place gracefully. I am trying to see the truth of it all. I am not scared. I am just watching. I am singing from different places. Quiet is music, too.
I see stars, and frost on the ground. The trees are tall and unmoving, bare and nude to the world, sleeping quietly. They dream of stillness and warmer days. When I close my eyes, I can hear the sound of silence. We breathe together. We dream together.
I'll find you, I promise.
I'm just trying to find it. I'm trying to get to that place gracefully. I am trying to see the truth of it all. I am not scared. I am just watching. I am singing from different places. Quiet is music, too.
I see stars, and frost on the ground. The trees are tall and unmoving, bare and nude to the world, sleeping quietly. They dream of stillness and warmer days. When I close my eyes, I can hear the sound of silence. We breathe together. We dream together.
I'll find you, I promise.