| Sad stories that make no sense A lot of them pouring into cups and dishes The blue violets that grow below Seem to dress the black earth just fine But when the sadness touches the ground The black seems a shade darker So that the flowers grow from empty space The rocks, small bits of moon and planet Tossing in a cosmic storm
When I looked for your hand the other day I was lying in my bed alone and I thought that the pillow would be just fine Its funny that souls don't fly and that bodies simply fall asleep Tried to dream of you, but I only saw blue violets The rain never stopped that night or the next It filled up the entire neighborhood and that's when I smiled Because it was all the sadness I had Swam in it, a fresh water aquarium for terrestrial spirits
So today when the sun shines in garish yellow No flowers in sight, no quiet moment with ghosts Just the wind that blows left to right The dry dust that settles over desert galaxys The sky takes a stance that arrests the heart Blue in the depths of it, black at the core Clouds gather like giant pillows I look for the shapes of you hands and feet Your smiling face and obtrusive demeanor A floating soul over the whole world
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