Lakes

Shearwater - Hidden Lakes

LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang

Gone from the house

to the snows like a wandering light

you send a last balloon

to the solemn light of the moon's eye

Over the fields

and the arcs of the radial lines

that bind the waking world

to the hidden life

of the empire

that sleeps in the frozen lakes

and moors in the darkened bays

and glows in the golden rays

and dreams of us

That moves

without sound

through the air

through the ground

and that streams through each break

carved in the line