Reading the music playing in my mind, listening to every tone and
inflection of each note as it fastens itself to words that flow
easily into every poem I ink.
So eloquently, cascading like a waterfall from my mind into deep calm pictures of words, like pools sent from heaven.
Holding the tears of a lifetime - those both of joy and sorrow, reflecting a life of poetical musings through musical rhythms.
Running across my mind, a river carry many words of expression all about the shadows of our shore, O god..
I am steps behind you In the rhythm of the street
I am voices in your head restraining you from sleep
I am shadow on your walls and soft touch in your dreams Watching you,
I am eyeballs and your mute screams
I don't know your name
You can't see my face
I exist next to you with soul
in our wild story there is always .... chase
I am steps behind you... In the rhythm of the street
So eloquently, cascading like a waterfall from my mind into deep calm pictures of words, like pools sent from heaven.
Holding the tears of a lifetime - those both of joy and sorrow, reflecting a life of poetical musings through musical rhythms.
Running across my mind, a river carry many words of expression all about the shadows of our shore, O god..
I am steps behind you In the rhythm of the street
I am voices in your head restraining you from sleep
I am shadow on your walls and soft touch in your dreams Watching you,
I am eyeballs and your mute screams
I don't know your name
You can't see my face
I exist next to you with soul
in our wild story there is always .... chase
I am steps behind you... In the rhythm of the street