The sounds of the evening absorb
my thoughts tired
- Vagabond Soul Of Olympus -
between gasps echoing
projections of sparkling remote.
whispers to the heart as
the shouting of the sea in summer
whispers of wind and sand
- calm and storm -
words with narrow lace memories,
locked in a Bottle
lost by someone.
Dig between the shadows
hidden the casket
and appear You
- warm light never turned off -
holding the keys to the Guardian,
stolen to me You enter
in the Garden of the Master
to listen to the sound of Muse,
and produce as lyricist for yourself.
If the Lord is at home,
tonight's keep it company.
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