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One of my deepest pieces yet, One of my most self-expressive. |
| All the people move too fast to be found Blurs and ambience, but never profound Go home girl, you’re too pretty Don’t fall for the thrills of this city She seeks what she can never find The ticking clocks have lost their time Framing dreams and memories Of lives with capabilities These were hands that held the world Shaped its mountains, calmed its cold Within the moonlight’s desperate stretch Signs of you have somehow left Stumbling upon the forbidden hour You’ve built your walls and locked your tower What refuge has no light involved? Sacred is that which darkness falls? Arms outstretched and calling out Cured the man with so much doubt Grasp the words you often speak Dream the dreams you live to breathe Kiss the silence of the room Embrace the elegance of its tune In the shimmering silver light A dove’s echoing flutter of wings takes flight |