reworking
Morigana
For you I would engage in the fruitless conquest of the sun,
While the wind begins it’s gorgeous pitter patter,
And whispers to the nameless doves.
I want to walk next to you with Folly
Under the cliffs of Olympus
And watch the million stars setting
One by one.
There above the infinite sands that churn and turn with tide
I hear you calling out my name
Calling to me softly from the sacred forests of the moon
Touch my wandering desires, my lady and hold them to you
For this is no illusion. This is the boiling sea.
For you I would engage in the fruitless conquest of the sun,
While the wind begins it’s gorgeous pitter patter,
And whispers to the nameless doves.
I want to walk next to you with Folly
Under the cliffs of Olympus
And watch the million stars setting
One by one.
There above the infinite sands that churn and turn with tide
I hear you calling out my name
Calling to me softly from the sacred forests of the moon
Touch my wandering desires, my lady and hold them to you
For this is no illusion. This is the boiling sea.