Symphony
You feel like summer,
when sun would rain from symphony,
and eternity.

Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
You feel like summer,
when sun would rain from symphony,
and eternity.
I couldn’t fly, I crashed into you.
Arms outstretched, feathers where there were none,
close your eyes tight enough and you can feel their gentle touch,
the kiss of air.