In the Silence

Come, take my hand. Let's undo the knots of the past. From the night where phantoms toss and turn, go further, deeper as the day is closing. Soft and fragile. There is grace in the dead of silence. As we dream gentle hands are shaping, further, higher as the new day enters. Watch the mind run far away, way ahead of us and everything that will be and was here and now. We opened the door. Found a way, we hadn't seen before. Found a reality that shields us and clothes us, makes us hungry for things the day can offer. Watch the mind run far away, way ahead of us and everything that will be and was here and now. Watch the mind run far away, way ahead of us and everything that will be and was here and now.