Suspect of River Stairs
SUSPECT OF RIVER STAIRS A ONGOING JOURNEY OF HILARIOUS MOMENTS
JOY AND SOUL
Period: Suspect of river stairs, judge my heart, natives on the road; beyond the past, still alive.
Creative
The days pass without end, the lake grows quiet yet: thunder and sponges; the air is alive with the sound of distant birds; no more words to say.
\nthe wind grows still, but there's no sleep. The wind will grow still, but there's no sleep.
The bridge rises from the land: silently singing; dancing with the moon.
\nthe night falls away, leaving only silence and shadows. The night will fall away, leaving only silence and shadows.
The river still swims back and forth: thousand times, the bridge stands in the way
the wind grows still, the bridge stands in the way. The river sways and sways, thousand times, while the bridge stands in the way.
mirth and song
At the end of the road: the trees are hollowed out, the rocks are quiet
at the end of the road, they fall apart.
\nthe trees fall away, the rocks fall silent, leaving only a shadow. The trees fall away, the rocks fall silent, leaving only a shadow.
the night falls away
At the end of the road: natives on the road, at the bridge
the bridge stands in the way: thousands of times, the trees fall away.
The river sways and sways, thousand times, while the bridge stands in the way.. The river sways and sways, thousand times, while the bridge stands in the way.
the wind grows still, the bridge stands in the way
(And here I stand at the end of my journey, each word a promise, each heart a sigh.)
\n(At the end of my journey, each word is a promise, each heart is a sigh.))
The bridge stands in the way: thousands of times, the trees fall away.
(p)Suspect of river stairs (p)Period
