Waiting for the sun to rise
I feel the same as the trees
As the dew warms and dries
And drifts to the sky
The stars dance like white birds together
Through the wind of the night sky
Spelling out the wordless song
In the Universe's speckled heart
And they touch the celestial bodies of our souls
and reflects,
and returns.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
Waiting for the sun to rise
I feel the same as the trees
As the dew warms and dries
And drifts to the sky
The stars dance like white birds together
Through the wind of the night sky
Spelling out the wordless song
In the Universe's speckled heart
And they touch the celestial bodies of our souls
and reflects,
and returns.
