Story Tell

The morning the morning of fresh dew and kindness
where we still swim in sleep sight of the night left behind us
their stories wrap animals on dream shoulders and rock us
and their warm eyes whisper in our night-ears and hold us

the flower of the evening is singing of the bears here,
the smells of its petals draw tiny birds of pine air
and the stories they tell as the fresh dreams are waking
a father story, mother story, a bird and her straying.

She was a lady of song, and a lady with money, and I always think all of my own time so worthy, but you were her grace and you went there with nothing and you were so young then and you were still growing She had cheekbones of silver she gave stories of the river, could have taken you away - but I'm not blind, I am a giver, so I left her a gift and I left from there to go get my sweet sister for her blessing for her eyes as a holder for my poor heart can be so weak and my mind still not bolder.

So the dream was still only a dream, not this warm life, and its walls may be the world sensational we can not die, and the dream was a warning of worth, you were calling and I don't know why it's me and not she you've been stalling, for I know that I've tried to break it down realistic, when your welcomed to life there's no name or statistic to prepare you for seeing the evidence to the mystic, to give water and earth to the magic and kiss it, and there are those who deny it has ever been breathing, but I know that you know yet the thought leaves you grieving, and I want to be the one for our vows have been spoken, and without you my good time is meaningless and broken.

But you're here, and you've always been here, with me- and I dare to tell the future and it's you and me, and I know I've been creeping through caves at the sea but I want you to know there's question I see, and it haunts and it rises and it's spellbound to me,
and it is the sensation that I want to give you, it is all the fire and fables and weaving of two, it is all the light and rock and the water in my heart, it is all the falling of water where the rock falls apart, and it is all the breath of grass like a wind in our veins, and it's somewhere between sky and earth for the rain, and it is from a place of love that I'd like to explain, and you are my true love and this story I tell for-to the visions of night I would like to expel and the welcome to life is to your life as well, and I will not forget the sensation you spoke of in the night for your heart is laced up with all gold haunts and bright and your time is with mine you're due soon to know right, and my gift is that you'll have your welcome to life.

But you're here, and you've always been here, with me- and I dare to tell the future and it's you and me, and I know I've been creeping through caves at the sea but I want you to know there's question I see, and it haunts and it rises and it's spellbound to me, but it's you that i love so true that it bleeds, and for you I would give anything your heart needs...