cloaked in vague tapestries
woven of light
her eyes hold eternities
deep as the night
her golden harp hair
that sings in the breeze
her symphonic stare
brought the world to its knees
If our dreams were stars
she was the sky
who thought up a cloud
that started to cry
she was the shadow
cast over the day
and she was the wind
that blew her away
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
cloaked in vague tapestries
woven of light
her eyes hold eternities
deep as the night
her golden harp hair
that sings in the breeze
her symphonic stare
brought the world to its knees
If our dreams were stars
she was the sky
who thought up a cloud
that started to cry
she was the shadow
cast over the day
and she was the wind
that blew her away