Changing the sky over my head
Mar. 23rd, 2023 10:20 pmI’m changing the sky over my head. Some pages flicker.
Some cities glide under the wings of my silver clipper.
The windows are lined with rain, and the wind whines.
The clouds and hopes are flitting to where the light shines.
Below, you see, there are some birds flying,
Above, there’re only stars and legends skying.
The rain is falling onto my thick porthole,
The tears are flying higher and higher,
Carrying my soul.
Some cities glide under the wings of my silver clipper.
The windows are lined with rain, and the wind whines.
The clouds and hopes are flitting to where the light shines.
Below, you see, there are some birds flying,
Above, there’re only stars and legends skying.
The rain is falling onto my thick porthole,
The tears are flying higher and higher,
Carrying my soul.