There is a space between me and you,
I visit that space more often
They say the stars twinkling
might not be real anymore
The past still hanging in the air
diffuse with every breath you take
I could never figure out if the moon was waxing or waning,
Tonight could be anything
I let my thoughts fly into the painted sky,
Drifting they fall into my mind
The moon waxes, pulls my mind
smells my body of earth so divine
With every monsoon, the colours drip from the sky,
My thoughts come back to me through rain with the moon that wane
Drowsy dreams, melting stars,
The gravity that pulls me apart
In that space the forgotten song waits for you
A whisper, to exist, to disappear.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
There is a space between me and you,
I visit that space more often
They say the stars twinkling
might not be real anymore
The past still hanging in the air
diffuse with every breath you take
I could never figure out if the moon was waxing or waning,
Tonight could be anything
I let my thoughts fly into the painted sky,
Drifting they fall into my mind
The moon waxes, pulls my mind
smells my body of earth so divine
With every monsoon, the colours drip from the sky,
My thoughts come back to me through rain with the moon that wane
Drowsy dreams, melting stars,
The gravity that pulls me apart
In that space the forgotten song waits for you
A whisper, to exist, to disappear.
