Everything seems quiet when I think of you,
A hymn arrives into my breath of your name,
Click clicks on the wall like it’s breathing,
My feelings start to float with all the pictures in frames.
I start to feel my veins with all the blueness of it,
Consternation hover above my senses,
Music starts to feel like fluid that rejuvenates my soul and mends the fences.
Flying boats are on the coast of our touch,
And there are certain words I have been hiding from you,
Sacred enough to pity the purity beyond,
As I did this sin, the sin of stealing the truth from you.
Prepared my mirrors a thousand times for you to me,
Decorated my mind as beautiful as it can be,
In the belief of your homecoming, I practiced pronunciation of all words clearly,
Every breath pulls me down to you, but I let myself to fly in that, please lose me free.