A wisp of the future, a scent from memory, a shadow on the wall.
The fool of old, perhaps, his word was gold?
And here began eternity, in fall it’s always been – summer, winter, spring and you.
Disclaimer: Only for serious dreamers.
As the sparks fade into the night, our hearts shade towards the storm…
Do you know what you’re listening to?
Rain. Metamorphosis. Love.
Perhaps the sky be dark for life, he’ll wait and live and wait.
And a twist of fate, denied the light – here in the night, perhaps too late.
I watched you fall, but I hold on – The scene wrenches, yet I forged on.