A shadow bends, the surface breaks, Below, a distant silence wakes. The pull of glass beneath the day, A weightless drift in soft decay ( in soft decay.) Mirrors shatter, scattered bright, A dance of breath, unseen flight. Threads of water weave through skin, Horizons tilt, and blur begins (And blur begins.) (Wings wide as circles made, Whispers lost in the coming day. In quiet depths, I’ve yet to stall, But the sky, it starts to fall) Wings wide as circles made, Whispers lost in the coming day. In quiet depths, I’ve yet to stall, But the sky, it starts to fall
