A Cena Estética

sibyl

We will be, my dear,
as we were, once again
to walk the walk we stopped
mid the Grey and Mundane

I will join you in emptiness
as we sail under stars
we can question the Universe
- it won't seem very far.

Let us breed an Orchestra
to light a world lost in Shade
(you will sing them to sleep
with the words in my tales)

How I feel, my dear!,
through your mist and my pain
And forever we will run
in each other's veins.