Heart upon a Traveler...
Mood:  blue

Every tree were slept and caught with morning dew,
And every leaf has a drop of tears..
So there is..in mine eyes..

As every song were stolen far...
By birds it scatters across the naive sky...
Blemished with the colour of blue..
The silence broke free from underneath and gathers..
With vagrant chatters of gentle wind..
He, a traveler who walked upon...
But upon to early for my morn..

What is the charm of riding a white unicorn..
Down a hill of lavenders...
When the charm lies in your heart..
And that you confront me the truth of it...
Stay awaits and longed by my hope..
As you leave a thousand broken pieces of mine heart..
That can never seem to be complete..
For the hands of yours..
Holds the miracles of each tiny piece..
And your vanishing footsteps..
Bringing along each little memory I have of you..
I’m left alone again..
So heavy I felt. Yet I am only left of nothingness..
The grasses and lavenders of all hills and land..
Stretch across as many miles the eye can see..
Stares at me..
Stares endlessly..
Until the day you ride back..
From where the sun sets and rise...