Sleeping Years (The)
Kerscaven
Every breath he took stirred wings and motes to life,called the cornfields to hush, the blades to channel into the sky,and all the seeds blew up and spun like prayers through the night.Nesting by arcing suns and broken stones,he'll shape a home for youfar from the maps and trailswhere you fought tooth and nail to get to knowthat you would settle hereand that your traveller's heart would echo low.Bound to the world.Bound to the world.Through all the hints and spurs,the finishing of words,your language forged through timeand through all you've learnt;the balancing, the love to make a lifefrom a meeting of roads to your vows in white gold.Bound to the world.Bound to the world.
From Letras Mania