Sprawled upon a grazing hill, the sky scrolls above me
A cloud or spirit I cannot tell, my eyes are so deceiving
I’ll close my eyes and drift away, as if I am the shape above me
A memory comes into my dreams, a distant voice answers my needing
Remember me? I doubt you do, since neither you nor I were ever breathing
And yet here we are like passing clouds, all that sight ever needed was a feeling
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
Sprawled upon a grazing hill, the sky scrolls above me
A cloud or spirit I cannot tell, my eyes are so deceiving
I’ll close my eyes and drift away, as if I am the shape above me
A memory comes into my dreams, a distant voice answers my needing
Remember me? I doubt you do, since neither you nor I were ever breathing
And yet here we are like passing clouds, all that sight ever needed was a feeling