I seek your sounds in the crickets of the woods
and I hear . . .
I look for your eyes in the call behind the sky tier
and I see . . .
I yearn so for the mystery clip of your being
and I receive . . .
I miss you so.
And the spaces between us
Oh, they . . . g a p e . . . so wide.
Saudade.
I can touch the air swirls around the timelessness of you
Can you feel the tingle as those lines are emboldened by shortening time stretches?
Approaching you . . . approaching only you . . . rare moments dawn when we just don't look.
Saudade, saudade . . .
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
I seek your sounds in the crickets of the woods
and I hear . . .
I look for your eyes in the call behind the sky tier
and I see . . .
I yearn so for the mystery clip of your being
and I receive . . .
I miss you so.
And the spaces between us
Oh, they . . . g a p e . . . so wide.
Saudade.
I can touch the air swirls around the timelessness of you
Can you feel the tingle as those lines are emboldened by shortening time stretches?
Approaching you . . . approaching only you . . . rare moments dawn when we just don't look.
Saudade, saudade . . .
