And paints her orchre dreams on your night's crest
She then turns blue and sings skywards
Her shimmering song of the glitter fest
When it rained on an afternoon yonder, I saw her run
Headlong into hope's gushing soft sun
Other days, my silence waits for you
Suppressing heartbeat symphonies too
You drenched her once in your embrace
Now she stands naked in her easy grace
My silence wants to melt into your voice again
She craves those dark spaces between the soul and heart yet again
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