You and your river of curls
A strange memory I've lost
Some girl I've found in the woods
I can't seem to touch her name
But she's closing in on the road
Lights off in the night
Sitting on a desk by the window
What is she looking at?
Adventuring in a world I'm blind to
Can you help me
While she is bringing fall
And spring showers into my hair
Blossoming into ethereal beauty
My hands are cold and alone in
This silent night on the clifftop
She is there picking fruits
But I can't seem to get in her head
Behind her charming smile
And her dark eyes
The story I can't read
In a language alien to my eyes
Something I can't touch
But I can sit here and watch
As she blossoms
The music slows
Strings stop
She sleeps
And it makes me happy.
