I rise. Darkness falls.
It fades away.
Where am I?
I breathe deeply.
I turn inward.
I am still, moving in several directions.
I seek companionship.
I lift my head toward celestial movements.
The system is beautiful and overwhelming.
I seek comfort.
I return to the earth.
The great blue wonder.
Flowers in her hands.
Oh love that will not let me go.
Always on the edge,
Of the greatest,
And the least.
The morning light descends from dreams
As the storm blows over, and the world, it just gleams
Like a great, blue wonder with a flower in her hands
As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song
The morning light descends from dreams
As the storm blows over, and the world, it just seems
Like a dime store lover with a flower in her hand
As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song
Love is always on the edge of the greatest and the least
But the help is hard to fathom, he’s a liar and a priest
Lift your head and breathe deeply with a flower in your hand
As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song\
Time will take its toll
Get lost or let it go
The morning light descends from dreams
As the storm blows over, and the world, it just gleams
Like a great, blue wonder with a flower in her hands
As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song
