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A stone jacket is no heavier than silk
My retreat is my reflection as moonlight creeps
The sterile night grabs you in its hold
Peacful silence on the old oak road
New houses of old, laid upon earth of broken bows.
Crows above stone pick the moss as it openly grows.
Dress rehearsals in the snow. Sun kissed masks with no hello.
Smiles and cries thrive on lies.
Walk with me.
Life’s illusions hide among the weeds
Crystal flowers adorn the breeze
The path you take seldom concedes
Joyful whispers chase my dreams
In my dream I run as patient as I can
The moonlight sky holds no harm
Shadows sway between the trees
Joyful whispers chase my dreams
Breaking winters breeze as i walk along the waterpipe
Old footsteps traced through old familar lights
I knew you're grandfather he had the same voice
Whistling life he was, my first day on the waterpipe
We all gathered around playful and rough
The mad, the funny and the illustrated books.
The morning dew comes with daylights shadow upon night
Fever pitched crickets click with the taste of lavender on my lips
The warm feeling of you're skin turns silt to silk
I could lay here forever if only time would sit still
Parting you're hair i fall beneath you're gaze
I am at peace with myself watching that smile prevail
No longer am i consumed with the feeling of loss
I have found a friend, a lover and a reason for life
It is with words i find easy to describe whats inside
From the darkest chambers to the smiling eyes
