skybird
12-22-2005, 02:16 PM
There I lie on my back
watching clouds go by
seas of winds pass me on my face
and butterflys utilise the energies
that was offered from the sky
I see a dragon, then a dog
And a wagon that pass me by
On the sea of my imagination
I close my eyes and drift in wander
Then from a distance I hear a thunder
Those clouds have darkened their rage
and nature has turned the page
to a gloomy and withering state
of what echos in my mind
on the sea of my imagination
I pick myself up to a standing position
and head towards the home of my tradition
see the brown leaves
falling from the trees
raindrops wet my curly hair
people stood and stare
on the sea of my imagination
I wave a goodbye
no one answers
I don't know why
their faces angry as I go by
Expectations from a cloudy day
has been interrupted to a gray situation
on the sea of my imagination.
Produce of Dovey
watching clouds go by
seas of winds pass me on my face
and butterflys utilise the energies
that was offered from the sky
I see a dragon, then a dog
And a wagon that pass me by
On the sea of my imagination
I close my eyes and drift in wander
Then from a distance I hear a thunder
Those clouds have darkened their rage
and nature has turned the page
to a gloomy and withering state
of what echos in my mind
on the sea of my imagination
I pick myself up to a standing position
and head towards the home of my tradition
see the brown leaves
falling from the trees
raindrops wet my curly hair
people stood and stare
on the sea of my imagination
I wave a goodbye
no one answers
I don't know why
their faces angry as I go by
Expectations from a cloudy day
has been interrupted to a gray situation
on the sea of my imagination.
Produce of Dovey