Bereft of dark clouds or vaporous summer sunshine
without perspectives, only the wind and fairy dust amidst
words of caresses and wonders, make time to plunge in
knee height, pushing forward, leaning into the wind
you might lose yourself, so I can tell you of days
bereft of dark clouds or vaporous summer sunshine
without perspectives, only the wind and fairy dust amidst
words of caresses and wonders, make time to plunge in
waist height, shutting out subjectivity, closing in on
the light of sunshine, the darkness of the clouds
subdued without ideals only one thing remains.