sandy mountain shores danced through my head as i went back to bed and you whistled sweet things into the air about her strawberry hair and how you wished you'd met her sooner while dancing through the summer snowflakes and kissing the moon goodnight
Whispers of wisdom slowly speak small forgotten dreams of dreamers who let the stars go back into the sky and let the clouds float back above their heads and washed way the rainbows stained on their hearts like ink on a pair of scolded hands swiftly bitterly