Dead air
Not a word
Step so softly
She’ll be heard
I’ll creep into your head with tones to wake you
The stream swells to a flood to reshape you
I feel the call echo in my bones
I fear the thought of sinking alone
Riddles unravel and reform before my eyes
Little notes sneak in, spinning truth into the lie
A moment left as myself
A moment ’til I’m a shell
Don’t let me sink alone
I’m still me
I’m not meant to fall for the throne
Unmake me please
[The dye of shades that color the canvas
The life bringing stroke. A land in harmony
What memory resides in us all?
The home that beckons us from afar. A blue vale
What silently sleeps beyond the great blue?
One to guide the aimless back to the source. Exile.
And the last?
I do not know it]
I see the sky of times gone by
A long off call from afar
From plains of gold to burning cold
I stand between you and your home
I will wait to hear the words that answer the far off call
I’m born anew
Don’t recognize you
I only know she who speaks the verse
I bend the knee to every word
And all the while, that crooked smile still speaking down to me
Rip at the seam, a hidden scream
I sink into the deep
With you, with her, with words
Riddles unravel and reform before my eyes
Little notes sneak in, spinning truth into the lie