Days Of Silence

Don't awaken me.

There's no hurry,

no where to go.

Let me stay here, here in this room full of secrets

where I can play I'd be approving.

If I can stay by the window and be in harmony with myself,

that would be nice, very peaceful.

I like the view.

Why should there be somewhere to be so early?

I don't agree with this notion.

Stay in my house.

I don't quite remember.

Way out above the house beyond the hill there was a pegasus boy.

Who used to sing of the absurdity of his mind,

and so reluctant to be confined to something serious.

And he would laugh and venture down to sit inside the gallery hall,

stay by the wall and try to paint what he couldn't see,

and accidentally conjured me by some coincidence.

And how I was alive and how my soul came crashing out of the void?

I didn't question it, I thought it would be unkind.

It's just the way that I was designed, that's why I went with it.

Don't awaken me.

We're still flying.

And all the creatures there below us may be dying.

Don't say a word.

I won't listen.

Down in the atrium

that pegasus is trying to slip away.

Does this all the time.

I know I'll see him when his business is concluded.

Happy to wait here,

that will be fine.

And when it's over there will come a sudden moment.

When I will gather all the poetry and painting

and all the waters will go quiet and remarkably clear.

That's how I know that I can stay unreservedly undefined, forever far away.

Oh the days of silence.

A still and soft defiance.

Is still in here within me.

Hills and plains so windy.

The salt and shape of seabirds.

Another shade of blue.

Another playful moment.

That I don't quite remember.

Remember.

Oh the days of silence.

A still and soft defiance.

Is still in here within me.

Hills and plains so windy.

The salt and shape of seabirds.

Another shade of blue.

Another playful moment.

That I don't quite remember…