Tracing the years
through steady steps
i can see the distance fade
yesterday pales
nothing is left other than fragments of a name
well worn
who the woman is in the mirror
i cannot say
she is nameless
she is more than
the epicentre of the universe
lives
inside of her
she cannot be divided
she cannot be shelved into
pieces of
portions of
beyond
the sanctuary
she calls home
is the road
the road is silence
brought to the lips
of those that hear
the waves of it
beat
upon the shore
of knowing
knowing
lays beneath the surface
of the world
beneath breath
where the dreams swirl
in cloudbursts
above our heads
gentle rain
reminds me
to close my eyes
to the static voices
to go deeper into the blue
for blue lovers
dance
wrapped in
their universal dream
through steady steps
i can see the distance fade
yesterday pales
nothing is left other than fragments of a name
well worn
who the woman is in the mirror
i cannot say
she is nameless
she is more than
the epicentre of the universe
lives
inside of her
she cannot be divided
she cannot be shelved into
pieces of
portions of
beyond
the sanctuary
she calls home
is the road
the road is silence
brought to the lips
of those that hear
the waves of it
beat
upon the shore
of knowing
knowing
lays beneath the surface
of the world
beneath breath
where the dreams swirl
in cloudbursts
above our heads
gentle rain
reminds me
to close my eyes
to the static voices
to go deeper into the blue
for blue lovers
dance
wrapped in
their universal dream
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