Darling, Cast your sorrow to the skies Angst for angels to gather Let the pieces fall gently back Blessed salvation for your tattered soul.
Category: dream lyrics
Beneath a stolen moon There’s a sky full of stars In the whispers of quiet I will wait for you. Burn those bridges Ride these hills Skies on fire, rivers rise My heart beats strong I will wait for you. Come find me, take my hand Here, upon my knees I will wait for you. Beyond the dark I’ll be your light Breathe salvation … Read More night canvas
Cut my heart It bleeds stronger Dripping rubies to cement Play my heart It beats dulcet harmonies Infusing rust and gold Wound my heart I take a stand Your silent storm no more Didn’t you know? My heart is fierce Ancestral, brave and true Inked by fire’s light: to blood
If you are lost, can’t find a way Like a search light I shall find you Pluck you from the stormy seas And turn the tides to shore If you get scared when their monsters’ play Like a blanket I shall cover you And tuck you close, be your shield It’s all just smoke and mirrors So hush sweet angel No more tears I’ll … Read More
The universe is a painter. A hushed brush slips over canvas. Indigo kisses grey. The sky rips open in a shower of scattered pearls. Land stills beneath Winter’s touch. Snowflakes tumble, blanketing the lonely streets. Crystals shimmer and tease shadows. Moonlit ribbons drape the dark. From the forest’s edge, he steps. The silence is deafening. And I stand enchanted by the wonder of it … Read More
Would it be alright, if I sit awhile? Like a candle in the dark. Would it be alright, Could you hold my hand? Be my anchor in the night. And when I’m lost Will you find me? Cause baby, I’m falling like a star wish star wish, star wish Falling like a star wish Straight to you. And would it be alright, if … Read More Star Wish
She was so close. Amber specks haloed the inky pupils of her eyes, glimmered, blind siding him. What was it about her face? Symmetrical yet one calculation off as if a sculptor’s cautious touch, slipped and pressed her left brow. This slight lent her a curious look, a spark of perpetual surprise. She listened to everything with a kind of mental squint. In youth, … Read More