“Through night and wind Sough withered leaves The old willows so grey”
From the glare of the desolate To the solace of ancient stone Down by midwinter morass To the caress of solitary oak
Escaping to another realm
Moss and lichen drape the fallen boughs Through rain of brumal smoke Warm light beckons the path beyond Old dreams are reignited
The doors to an old life creep open A long dark spell only now beginning to lift
Together, we walk on, alone
The lucent eye, torn through turbid sky Peers through the sea of cloud, and smoky lights An amber mist, limns the night Over time's faded tapestry
Toward land's end Through the thicket of lambent sun I hear the waves ever restless As another day fades
A gift of beauty, carried with the wind Clouds roaming seaward Are eternally lost, in deep cerulean silence
Far from home A slow death of her reverie, The shackles of a pallid warmth Still smoldering, inhumed inside
As I sleep, under the idle haze Ashen dreams in tender gloomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
