May it be true that the last thing we think of before falling is the substance in which we rest all time allowed to us between one life and the other? and the other.... and the other....
And is it that thing that colours our dreams light or dark? Does anyone know? Does anyone know?
I saw a white boat sailing sailing sailing sailing Now, I dream music.
Wide-open eyes crystal windows sparkling stars able to await pure gifts advancing advancing spread-winged advancing and sparkling
I sink my hands into the earth I smell my hands rising clear May it be true? Does anyone know? May it be true?