Make rhymes sound like the evening cloud
Make the words mean a thousand picture
Make voices feel like lemonade
Make lemonade taste like a sunny day
A single chord
A distant note
Nostalgia
Fear
Three thousand eight hundred miles
Never have I felt so far
Never have I felt so near
To you
Somewhere in the fog
If you look closely
There is a place
I think I know it's name
Fulfilled Promises
Perfume-stained floor
Broken alabaster jar
The scent blown away
Fog comes
What's over the mountains, Lord?
Is there more?
The stones are cutting my feet
I'm leaving blood-stained footprints
There has to be more
2 Comments:
Another day's passing, we are another day nearer to our one day. There is more. And dearest, I am walking with u on this journey. - skye
and i'm glad tt i'm on this journey with you, dear. we're drawing closer to our one day indeed :) love u, honey
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