In a jar of alchemy The sands of mind washed in from the sea on a sinking boat Navigating the tangled thread In a snag at the edge of the bed a well-worn plot Written in an aching need The book with the shining seed could not float I awoke in the early morning I thought to tell you something But I forget what it was now anyway It’s good of you to stay I saw myself in shattered mirrors Each an echo of the other’s features, but never the same The pieces hung on to the wall Held a while before they fall from the game But if they could resolve To flow as they dissolve my name I had a dream, beautiful In a garden there grew shining trees Fruit and vines in the night The plants shone a strange light from their leaves I drew closer to the colored shapes Illuminating the folds of my cape and my sleeves And of a sudden heard a sound Buzzing soft all around without a breeze Flying in the garden where Flowers touched my hands and hair thousands of beesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
