I held your handFor the first time hereYou looked up and smiled.Now all I feel isA tremor whereOur hands met.
With the wind in her hairAnd the sun on her skinShe sat slowly smilingGazing into the depthless sky.
That person’s someone special,Who’s close to my heart,But I just can’t rememberWhen this feeling did start.
She hides behind a maskOf perfume and smilesShrinking away from handsReaching for her; smilingAnd inviting them.
You were weak, so you couldn’t resist meYou were fickle, so you lusted for meYou were stupid, ’cause you wanted me in your arms.
Work and struggle,Run around.Complete your choresMake sure nothing’s woundUp — ready to spring.
The virgin sheet of paperWaits for a drop of the rainIts sisters enjoy immensely.
A beacon of lightIn all-consuming darkness,Your soft glowIlluminates my soul.
The three met, as if by accident;Connected naturally.Drawn closer byAn invisible bond.
This is the tale of an ambitious bird,Solo. He wanted to fly high.Higher than any bird had ever flownHigh enough to reach the edge of…