So you finally came
back from where you were hiding.
Where was it?
Was in the far away cracks of the mountain, so deep.
With the caves of ice and diamond.
Where nothing that breathes can live?
Was it in the far away seas?
In the spaces between the dark waves.
And light eyes staring?
Have you come back to see if your cold can numb my heart?
to leave it dormant and hollow?
To push your lips against mine and fill me with a dead ice.
No, not this time.
When you left I carried your ice with me, wanting to keep you close.
But you stayed away to long, and nothing lived inside.
I wanted to see the lilies again, the iris's.
Hear the bird song breaking through my dreams.
So I found a sun, and he showed me how to make fire.
Red Fire
Blue Fire
White Fire
Your ice didn't disappear, it just changed
Broke open into water.
and flooded the thirsty valleys.
The vibrant colors are back.
And the birdsong that breaks through my dreams
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
So you finally came
back from where you were hiding.
Where was it?
Was in the far away cracks of the mountain, so deep.
With the caves of ice and diamond.
Where nothing that breathes can live?
Was it in the far away seas?
In the spaces between the dark waves.
And light eyes staring?
Have you come back to see if your cold can numb my heart?
to leave it dormant and hollow?
To push your lips against mine and fill me with a dead ice.
No, not this time.
When you left I carried your ice with me, wanting to keep you close.
But you stayed away to long, and nothing lived inside.
I wanted to see the lilies again, the iris's.
Hear the bird song breaking through my dreams.
So I found a sun, and he showed me how to make fire.
Red Fire
Blue Fire
White Fire
Your ice didn't disappear, it just changed
Broke open into water.
and flooded the thirsty valleys.
The vibrant colors are back.
And the birdsong that breaks through my dreams