There’s a solemn prayer that the sparrows recite.
The wind whispers it carefully where Winter’s sole witness is night.
It’s hard to render in words, that which are finite.
It’s an account of the earth's surrender to dark until dark emerges light!
I didn’t think you’d plummet into the summit of majesty.
I felt you fall in love with me, tonguing me easy and happy in the marquee.
My love for you won’t deplete like the sun wouldn’t swoon at the height of sorcery. If history is doomed to repeat, then let us meet again under the moonlight.
The next day, I drink from the chalice of youth so deep.
On the brink of discovering the calloused truth, I drift into the seer of sleep!
I lift you up it's exultant reverie & I’m so lucid that I leap!
You’re the same woman I fell in love with, and I’m so happy I could weep!
Now I perceive the grieving angels in the leaves travelled blind.
How cruel destiny can be to some and to others how kindly it aligns.
My love for you won’t deplete like the sun wouldn’t swoon at the height of sorcery!
If history is doomed to repeat, then let us meet again under the moonlight!
The truth is disguised there coated in lies as soon as you rise.
They tortured me in the orchard; I cry until my soul and body dries.
You smoked my heart, you woke my art, the start is done.
I always wondered if you were the one, the sum of sums, the one next to none.
The sun rises and I realise we were simultaneously old yet young.
God knows what the rest will become, their destinies unsung, ours too yet to come.
My love for you won’t deplete like the sun wouldn’t swoon at the height of sorcery!
If history is doomed to repeat, then let us meet again under the moonlight!
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023