She wears silver
has eyes like water
deep and clear
a secret river
Se wears silver
bright as mirrors
west wind blowing
makes her shiver
She wears silver
cold as anger
cannot linger
for a dreamlost lover
She wears silver
desert daughter
souls are oceans
she's a diver.
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3 comments:
"souls are oceans,
she's a diver."
I love that line!
Is this about a fish?
I like.
'dreamer: Thanks, I kinda like that bit too. This is, I think, a lyric -- maybe partial -- that's still looking for its music...
fingers: I thought it was about a woman -- but looking back, I can see she could be part-fish. Maybe a mermaid?
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