Lying in the empty awake
Trying with my hand with the hands of dreams
Someone's a good book in studied shelves
I keep her safe with all my swords and secrets
Shallow about the other bookcases, this one fits each one
One size fits all, the book and the nightcap worked immaculately
You're intense, I'm calm, your book studies me through false notions
You're my student, and I'm your master, learning excellence as a habit
The ritual is right when you have belief
The torrential downpour comes down without breaking any form
Even sadness and melancholia cannot test the patience of a timeless book
You're my zephyr, my sunrise in the fear of the fuliginous sun
Casiopea