I dream in white, most dream in red,
I've spent my life escaping them,
my way is a silken breeze, and I adapt frequently,
I'm the hush between the trees,
And as the zephir blows,
a faded breeze of demure and effervescent might,
reluctant am I to endure such a blaze of
ever-encompassingly shattered light
my heart reaches out through windows of soul
some are hardened and bitter like coal
but I know the love that began in us all
with that same love, a shattered light could remain whole
Delirious ravings of dark spent dreams
Gleans normalcy from the betwixt and between
That shattered light grips souls’ dark shadow
A prisoner still, but wait for tomorrow
I call across dark lattices
screaming at the shadows in my eyes
I rant, against the grain against the wall
and they wonder why my spirit seeks the night
But yay that I do dream in white
whilst most dream in red, and I've spent my life escaping them.
I am the hush between the trees, My way the silken shattered light.
Can you see me? I am the ghost whisper of freedom.