beneath the radar
the sun, moon and stars
i am breathing, waiting not only to inhale
i am a form forgotten
the reaching out and touching; the duetting
to harmonise with stars as i am breathing
seeking not only to inhale
breathing,
i will scorch the heaving clamour with the
stillness of breathing
driven by the beauty or its' lacking
there's no going back here
beneath the radar
i am stronger than i seem as i lay reeling
waiting not only to exhale one wild guess
breathing,
i will scorch the heaving clamour with the
stillness of breathing
driven by the beauty of its' lacking
there's no going back here
