The one who dreamed of long kisses with no lips
To pass the perilous season
That day I was but two legs walking
Two wild rose vines filled with a gentle inflexible will
There are to many names
Detours and eyes
In my encounters with life and its face
But in an instant dream
My glass legs have sprung
Out of our play
Descending like experience of reality
And for a brief while we act like life itself
Carried away, not thinking about applause
An ambush strangely tragic
Of art love and history speeding past
She opens a window and the fields breath
A river covered in white mist
And the sky is a purple porcelian
I always watch the violet sea fade away
As the solitary wind retraced my steps
In my pocket the soul of the world
And always you refuse
Tranquilly you continue
On the days gentle dawning rays
But the clock will bend time
And bend the earth to us
That is our victory
Forestgreen
