The white light seeps in through the curtains,
of this dream, I am certain.
It's not so bad to be alone,
It's not so bad to be able to hone
those skills with which I have done naught,
but it's something that I have always sought.
I can see clearly now,
I no longer have to bow,
this white light guides me,
though I do not know how.
A dream that I am flying,
a dream that I'm not lying;
touching all the clouds,
hesitantly, I shroud
those things that mean so much;
hesitantly, I shroud
and I am feeble to your touch.
I hear the bells in the distance,
I am there in an instant.
The white light seeps in through the curtains,
of this dream, I am certain.
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 5:59 AM UTC
The white light seeps in through the curtains,
of this dream, I am certain.
It's not so bad to be alone,
It's not so bad to be able to hone
those skills with which I have done naught,
but it's something that I have always sought.
I can see clearly now,
I no longer have to bow,
this white light guides me,
though I do not know how.
A dream that I am flying,
a dream that I'm not lying;
touching all the clouds,
hesitantly, I shroud
those things that mean so much;
hesitantly, I shroud
and I am feeble to your touch.
I hear the bells in the distance,
I am there in an instant.
The white light seeps in through the curtains,
of this dream, I am certain.