Little clouds
Coming out
Coming right out of her mouth
And falling down
Forming pieces on the ground
They make a deep sound
And they blow out
Look at all the peace it brings
To expunge every bit of reason within thee
'Cause we're already certain it will be
Totally freeing
As they find out
"There is no tone
No special note
That begins without being told;
And the teller will never know
What beauty does unfold."
The teller is a part of me
And she tells me everything
And I'll do almost anything
To watch her believe and truly see
She shifts into everything
And leaves me wondering:
"How long until I believe?"
