I had what I thought. Were clear open eyes, bright blue. Vision not of a light. Carrying pictures to lay on you. . Close up eyes let him in to mind opening.
Here I am, hopeful again. I can't say when. I wasn't this way. . Don't need to worry about me. That's what I say. It's not what I mean. That's what I say.
The wind that will bring me. Out to you. Is a wind that gets singing. Whipping at the tune. The same wind comes rushing. That later lays low. And it pulls at my edges.