This voice, seeking flowing light and overlapping fingers,
Is echoing emptily within a garden sealed away.
The dawn in full glory: light and darkness; a time of slumber.
A promise that will not be allowed: a memory strung up as decoration, questioning the end…
Layers of precious sin… kind lies… sleeping sadness…
I whispered a prayer as my wings were taken from me, for in this dream to find even the slightest bit of light.
This voice, seeking an empty future and universal love,
Floats up to disappear within abandoned time.
How long will this continue… an upturned moon seems to spiral.
Only the present is certain, as my eyes chase after cracked memories.
That precious moon, lost… gentle rain… sleeping whispers…
While birds that have forgotten how to take flight, sing of emptiness and pain.
The light that reflects in the water’s surface sinks even deeper,
As that messed up moon and a broKen NIGHT soundlessly ring out into the darkness.
Layers of precious sin… kind lies… sleeping sadness…
I whispered a prayer as my wings were taken from me, for in this dream to find even the slightest bit…
That precious moon, lost… gentle rain… sleeping whispers…
While birds that have forgotten how to take flight, sing of emptiness and pain.