Arcs of Light and Dew

here and unique the ordinary speaking hearts are made without grief without fear without rage without age tensions wane to the tender garden rain and all I see are arcs of light and dew there`s still this figure she`s always there without grief without fear without rage without age tensions wane ebb and foam lost in the wake and all I see here and unique the ordinary speaking hearts are made without grief without fear without rage at our feet without grief without without and all I see are arcs of light and dew all I see