Nesey Gallons
Wooden Whispers
If you are a girl half asleep afloat in the firmamentKites rose until they want your shouldersFluttering as sadness fall downOne by one wishing you farewellAnd when you blow awayHidden by storms who adored you Now circling down What a lovely world you areOur grey skies remember youFar below your blood still knowsThe wooden whispers of it's youthIf you're a girl fast asleep on a ferryNovember ninth, nineteen twenty-sevenI dreamt I was a paper mouseAdrift with her in starry skies Between the poles we sleep at night
From Letras Mania