The breeze in my heart is a compromise,
Build bridges of dust with your sorrowful eyes,
Time is a void with no hands and no feet,
That crumbles in darkness and freezes in heat,
Tint the glass, peer long at the ebony sky,
Hold it tight, hold it fast and it's not a goodbye,
You yearn deep inside for your hearts desire,
No passive embrace of a hope to aspire,
If you stutter the words from your ivory lips
Think not you will beckon, think not to eclipse,
To smog up the sapphire song of my soul,
Your words will not fit into virgin keyhole,
Now just fall asleep, go ahead, dream away,
And when you awake, well then you can say,
For now feels forever when all you can see
Is not how it is, but how it could be.
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