Friday, September 28, 2012

Tranquil


Grazed by a raindrop in autumn 
Was your silence 
It had spoken 
High above woodland… 

You can't fly on one wing. 

Foot price had led you 
Far beyond the dismal path 
Harmony was peacefulness 
When love knew you best... 

And limbs were trembling under 
Fear of ascension awaiting the mind, 
As if the trees could paint you something 
Brighter than the sky... 

(Higher up)

Brighter than my words... 
My soul... 
You will drink from my cup. 

My arms unfolding… extending out for you 
My pulse in the atmosphere 
Nearly a distant sound… 

Fear of ascension awaiting the mind, 
As if the trees could paint you something 
Brighter than the sky... 

(Higher up) 

Some would not see... 
Some would never believe 

Deeper than the wound you couldn't reach 
The surface of… 

Open the heart's eyes... 
And see red against roses... 

There is a candle burning for you 

A reason for your silence… 
There is a cure for no obligation 
A path of truth to be more 
And rise… 

To earn your heaven. 

You can't fly on one wing. 

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