Dreams Forgotten
Taken from this place of dreams, taken from this place.
Passing through the clouds. Ascending from my peace.
You always seem to meet me where the clouds fall from the sky, sitting on the edge of the clouds, waiting for the heavens to run dry.
I can still see you there -- trying not to cry, laying in the water -- fighting not to die.
That infinite beauty was lost in a flash -- finding my self wading through waters while grasping your ash,
you are lost like my tears in the rain -- way way afar in a never ending spiritual plain.
With those light flickers reminding me of the past. There are only questions of how long these storms will last. In this wake it seems that all this thunder is evidence of the rustic rains in histories told.
Now peering through my dreams, Waiting in the cold, confiding in the past, trying to take hold, of those thoughts -- embedded through my soul, Still clenching your ash as it turn to coal.
