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I feel the Sun on my skin, warm and dreaming againâ¦
I hear a song on the wind like a distant refrainâ¦
I raise my eyes, look to the skies, and I find peace in symmetryâ¦
No less majestic for having suggestions of chanceâ¦
I stand in awe of it all, humble, joined in the danceâ¦
The cold elegy of autumn's butterfly echoes warm in spring rainâ¦
Watching clouds sail past the Moon, drifting, my thoughts; aloneâ¦
Though the Piper calls the tune, the steps that I choose are my ownâ¦
Borne on the winds, water will always find its way back to the seaâ¦
Day follows night follows day, marching past in paradeâ¦
Somehow seemingly unchanged, moments still slip awayâ¦
Yesterday's kings on swiftest wings flew, faded into historyâ¦
All that I do, all I say, curtains fall, ending the playâ¦
And all that ever stood blocking my way void at the end of the dayâ¦
Although the Piper is calling the tune, new wings unfold light and strong...
And though the song seems to end all too soon, taking flight facing the night,
The band plays onâ¦
- Album:
- Reliquary