strange

the weather is changing
dreams are stirring

when i was young
my arms never got strong

it belongs to me
it belongs to me

the winds of change roll in
my arms are open
i head out of the fog into the dark
it shines around me brightly
a shining night
with shining eyes

so she hangs brightly
transfixed by the earthly glow

nothing moves forward
everything moves back

what has been covered
the next step
upon my bruised sole

the air of indifference
beckons the meek
the uncertain
my my feats
won't let me smolder
in yesterday's ash

how can you
sleep like a baby?

now i've got strong arms
for a skinny girl

short haired
almond-eyed

looking for
the inner surprise

on a low red moon night