King Sleepy ("Wherever I am, I am What is Missing" - 2003)
Wind blown A lazy sway Creeping like fire From a slow spark... ::::::::::::::::::::::::: Birds without wings Out of the dust of dreams Head out to sea Seeking the stars... :::::::::::::::::::::::: Nothing can wake Nothing will break His host Of teasing fancies... ::::::::::::::::::::::::: With aches and fears Sighs and tears We roll like water Caught in a stream... :::::::::::::::::::::::::: A pilot on the wing A weary thing Feeding my soul And reading my mind We can be hurt A piece at a time As the curtains of night Draw back with the light...