Floods over me
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a jungle when the clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what I write, I barely feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
Es frustrante tener las palabras pero no el tiempo y luego tener el tiempo y no recordar las palabras
I wonder what secret
The trees whisper to the breeze?
Do the birds hear that secret
And announce it in their song?
Does the wind hold it
And drop it in the seas?
Does the sea speak it out
And share it with the stars?
Do the heavens then resound
With the secret of the trees?
And the clouds,
Oh yes! Those clouds
Blue, black and grey
Is that why come rushing?
Across the seas to caress
With gentle rain the trees
"Heaven knows your heart,
There are no secrets from God."
The trees smile and sway
Fulfilled and complete in love.
in the puddle beneath the pear tree
I watched the galaxy weave its web
and my fingers could tug it's strings,
like a pianist at the keys,
tugging at infinite light and sound
pulling me closer to this eternal truth.
guiding me through the endless paths
and showing me the difference
and rabbit holes,
folding into folds,
unfolding into new,
you whispered in the night, "i'm here".
but I couldn't find you in the sunrise
or in the field I cleared for you.