Idle as it seemed Trudging through the mist Following the creeks, erasing dim lines on the list Eager to arrive Leaving footprints in the clay Reading rocks and vines Telling indigo from gray Telling indigo from gray Scattered rays of light On dust gains in ther air All berries in the trees Earn a steady flare Among the mirrors of the scene Some appear frail and incomplete In a vast field of bales she runs From the deepest Valley past the sun Opening the vault To find spinning tops in play Embedded nasted yarn diverting from the gates But once the faint elusive moans Evaporate in the morning light All deserted yearnings come to life Surface from the dark to realize How in a vast she runs From the deepest valley past the sun All tis time, witness to the changing tides Idle as a wave moving out at sea Cruising without sound, molding what's to be Serene between the trails Serene with the time And ink of a ghostTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
