Listen and you can hear the distant sound
of someone humming a familiar song,
like a sacred nectar,like a dream
Let me sleep surronded by it.
Why is the world being washed away
in contradictions and helplessness?
At sunset, we always watched the madder-
red clouds together
but you cant be with me anymore.
When the silver rain began to fall,
I thought that it was apart of me
and I dried my tears.
The shooting stars that rain down
on your body,on your shoulders,
are amrita.
Your heart can feel the nights
when the earth itself is crying.
If your wounds are hurting you,
then shoot your wish as an arrow up
to the sky.
When the silver rain began to fall,
I thought that it was apart of me.
Please stop the passing.
The sound of raindrops
echoes across the horizon,
something definte that,
in those days, was amrita.
When the silver rain began to fall,
I thought that it was apart of me
and I dried my tears.
Shooting stars cascade straight down
and become the rain that falls on
you...amrita.
 Kanno_of_the_Luna-Rainbow · Thu May 15, 2008 @ 04:17am · 0 Comments |
