You turn a cocooned soul into a butterfly and lose control, can never turn aside.
You shine like summer skies, like when a lover lies, next to me and says to me, "you make me wonder why".
You are, a beautiful mystery, every note carved into musical history, a simile, metaphor, words not enough to entrust to you, trust that is true.
We must have a clue but we ask for evidence, dwell in passing sentiments, though we bask in eminence.
Every moment, everyday, busy getting paid away the soul fades away into a grainy shade of gray.
I pray, that you listen to what I say, cause I feel like a missing shoe, this is to everything that you are, the wild earth, a child’s birth, sun, moon and the stars.
