The waves crash endlessly on
Their sound a comforting lullaby
The moons shine on through
A starry sky, a cloudless night
And still, I long.
The Twelve have made it so beautiful
The land, the skies, the sea.
And it calls, that place
Where comfort brings me home
Where the waters are warm
The lights are dim
The curtains wave in the breeze…
In two directions I am pulled
My words seem to fall
Silently
I’m breaking at the seams
I’m falling, falling
Drifting, drifting.
When will the rains start?
When will the arrows fall?
I know not.
There is more writing at the bottom, things scratched out, almost unreadable.
…company not…won’t listen…to be home…I hope this trip…better…but how if no one…Need to get back…
Their sound a comforting lullaby
The moons shine on through
A starry sky, a cloudless night
And still, I long.
The Twelve have made it so beautiful
The land, the skies, the sea.
And it calls, that place
Where comfort brings me home
Where the waters are warm
The lights are dim
The curtains wave in the breeze…
In two directions I am pulled
My words seem to fall
Silently
I’m breaking at the seams
I’m falling, falling
Drifting, drifting.
When will the rains start?
When will the arrows fall?
I know not.
There is more writing at the bottom, things scratched out, almost unreadable.
…company not…won’t listen…to be home…I hope this trip…better…but how if no one…Need to get back…
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