May be I was a blanket for the sky:
obscure too dark... filled with light...
Women who love too much
wear their heart on their sleeve...
I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...
Silence enfolded my heart
as your mysterious request for forgiveness...
Life,
Precious as it might be...
The time has come to leave my home,
and be just like a seed of love...
I've constructed a fortress made
entirely of mirrors and misdirection...
Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...
The image of a lighthouse in an eerie peace
of blue water looking cold even when it's warm...
C: Creative world i have
O: Oppressed inside my head...
There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...
A secret life
hidden away...