Dewdrop Song

You
woke up one morning To a dew
drop in your eyes,
shining, smiling didn't you see
Bright, and sunny, did you feel

Soon
Did you think the of the moon
Coming up in the sky
Shining, smiling didn't you see
Bright, and sighing did you feel

Sweet zephyranthes, raise your head
Your fight's been going on it's not too late
Lift your eyes and steady your stare
Don't let the sun dictate your fate

Frail
Are you falling into this light trail
Staying up late
Waiting, changing don't you dare
Praying, hating they just won't care

Hey
It's over now, let's listen to what they say
Don't worry it will shine again
Dancing, prancing, light shines through
Magic, fantastic, beams will shine for you

Sweet zephyranthes, raise your head
Your fight's been going on it's not too late
Lift your eyes and steady your stare
Don't let the sun dictate your fate

Floating Away Together, into Promises...

Sparks in between his fingers,
He let his hand rest on her waist.
Mesmerising tunes saturated the air,
and they swayed in the dark
away from the cascade of eyes...

Gently they glided, hand in hand, away from the new age symphonies...
A dark patch drew them in, his lips on hers and they became one soul for a moment,
and thus time became two, four and eight...
The weight of the world lifted, their lips parted and onwards they floated,
dazed,
but not a care in the world...

Soft Sunshine in Waning Rain

I confess I don't know her much,
To talk about love and such.
But these meshes in the head are new,
as are all the signs coming true.

I fear my thickened skin,
as faded signs begin to show.
Once a freed heart I had within,
now to a doubt it's been sold.

Carry on soft sunshine...
You might be frayed, but bright...
Weave me your quiet charm..
and carry me through the night...

When feelings are like words
that I wish I could take back.
Such quiet, her fingers worked,
through the insides of my mind.

Tunes that keep me straying,
words curled up into songs,
do I hear them right?
Or are they all quite wrong.

Carry on waning rain,
You are my soft comfort
All the sweet quiet charm...
singing lullabies into the night.

Vile, Shrunk Miles

Our bodies sway in a million different causeways...
Trust will ebb away with what we ungratefully led astray
Even more is hope when a rekindle, it did suggest.

Do you believe in that black ribbon which came undone,
do you not see that it was for our solaced union.

Would you watch and despair, or was it all absolved
Do you believe that it could rebuild and mend trust

Go now,
if you believe coming back is just behind a back cover.

Know that there is no rower,
through the flickering lights that separates our morrow.
Oh! Then you might not even want that, maybe the story ends so...
a separation without redemption
a quiet clean separation without hope for redemption

Plastic screens for our continued synthetic creations...
We have spent emotions to create some more.
Do we even know what we once were before
sun drenched paths and blistering blue skies.

A separation without redemption...
A quick clean separation without any hope for redemption.