Early in the morning when the night is still but young.

And the singers keep on singing in the darkness of the sun.

When the clouds are but recieding and the moments pass in light.

The smaller souls are dancing and drifting a weightless flight.

And in the colour of oxygen, a tempered red and hightened gold.

I smile in the eyes of whitened glue and darkened shades of all but true.

We are laughing and I hear it echo in my ears.

In the upside down downside up and tall infested thoughts, its your smile that vanishes every fear.

Makes the dark disapear.

Flowers cover yellow and blue, violets of daisies and thoughts of you.

Sun blinds from glasses glare and my heart is sinking in these moods.

Green camoflage and concrete walks collide.

Vision blurred from our nations divide.

Fear is a knot in a tangled upright world.

A troubled, hiding girl.

Roads are rounding while maps are pinned.

Cushions changing and sights from dwindled things.

Destination is a pillow where I lay and rest my head.

In the evening and the morning where I kiss your sleeping lips.

A million breathes beat a second but you couldn’t repair a single rip.