The music that remains in its circle
Penetrates through the nerves of this world
Like the silence laying within me, breathes..
Like the noise in my decorative dreams, plays
Whisper of my awoken eyes, dreams
And the moan in my dying screams, lives..
Some steps are never declared, but waded
Your loving eyes, turn more of the sky
Some encounters that you leave unattended
Stay inside my dreams and mornings