the seeds of my dreams
the seeds of my dreams
from the voice of a mad god
awake in the dark
Home
today is filled with
today is filled with
the ashes of my mistakes
ripples on water
abruptly awake
abruptly awake
a day's possibilities
chilled down to the bone
sometimes it's needed
sometimes it's needed
innocence personified
nothing to see here
to be etheric
to be etheric
and swim where the aether leads
oh to be a cloud
a stroke of the brush
a stroke of the brush
and the clouds are painted pink
the end of this day
crashing into now
crashing into now
to wake in tangled beddings
need a bigger stick
a new day is here
a new day is here
and the dice have left the cup
chance is all about
in the quiet dark
in the quiet dark
feel the rustling of trees
disturbing our calm
bring forth a focus
bring forth a focus
for there are tasks to be done
to light the fires