A turn round a tree,
In the deep blue forest.
Quiet as we are, drowned by
The sea.
Blushing in the cool air,
Waking like mist,
Listening, as we are, as the great sky,
Is kissed.
We tremble, high in the air, like
Harp strings.
Silent as we are, separated by some
Feathery wings.
Some ethereal air,
Is cold on our lips.
Quiet as we are, in the mornings
Soft prayer.
Breathing on the damp ground,
Falling like leaves,
Hushed as we are, chased by great
Blood hounds.
A turn round a tree,
In the deep blue forest.
Quiet as we are, drowned by
The sea.
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC
A turn round a tree,
In the deep blue forest.
Quiet as we are, drowned by
The sea.
Blushing in the cool air,
Waking like mist,
Listening, as we are, as the great sky,
Is kissed.
We tremble, high in the air, like
Harp strings.
Silent as we are, separated by some
Feathery wings.
Some ethereal air,
Is cold on our lips.
Quiet as we are, in the mornings
Soft prayer.
Breathing on the damp ground,
Falling like leaves,
Hushed as we are, chased by great
Blood hounds.
A turn round a tree,
In the deep blue forest.
Quiet as we are, drowned by
The sea.