Soft petals fall to the ground with no one near to hear them,
jealous whispers fill the air with bitter despair, but no one's listening,
kaleidoscopes shimmer in my heart but I'm the only one who sees them,
gentle waves melt the air before zealous hearts can find them.
If I thought I could grow more, would it be enough to convince me to go back again? If it's all there is it's more than enough. If it's something less, maybe it's still plenty. If there's so much more would I ever return? I wonder how it'd be or if I'll ever see.
Dreaming of worlds yet unknown,
building on dreams of what we knew,
bridging the gaps between our destinies,
finding the paths to fulfill our gentlest wishes.
before dream can fall the moon's embrace in winter's night so bright the light eroded beams unseen with fright alight betrayed and made
a promise too in stoic unmoving embracing journey
I want to show you the light of life and heavenly grace in place of distaste
I can begin to glow and start to know, the beautiful light the way unknown
A graceful wing sets forth and sways, into the soft and waving days
blowing by the river flowing, shading knowing always growing