Ivoryton Piano Factory (The)
Whispering Spirits
A smile spreads across my faceAs whirling spirits stain the air.A sea of mobile bodies feeding of the energyIt seems as if we're launching into outer space.Werewolves walking near the waterMake it hard to fall asleep.Howling hoards consumed by hunger aren't safe to be around.Better not make a peep.Stitched in sutures, mend my torn up will to findA place where flowers bloom unbound by space or timeWhere peoples' hands are joined and thought is a chance to growFree of the bleak and blandOur spirits never low.Scaly serpents slither softlyIn the vast array of bloom.People fear what they can't hear and what they can't seeWhen they peer into ideas bold and new.Whitewashed windows patter faintlyOn the house that's next to mine.An idea struck my mind and got me thinking overtimeWill someone please sort out the line?Stitched in sutures, mend my torn up will to findA place where flowers bloom unbound by space or timeWhere peoples' hands are joined and thought is a chance to growFree of the bleak and blandOur spirits never low.
From Letras Mania