Long lost stories creep into my skin
the colors of the flowers draw lines in my veins
I hear through your eyes
the memories of centuries
of waiting
for the right moment for the right time
As my blood starts to boil the array of shades
the leaves under my nails burst into blossoms
In the sky high a bird is circling a message
of safer havens and adventures unexplored
and it starts to rain hope tainted in rainbows
letting go after all this time
°Woodlights Woudlicht
