Through the window
Just a wall
Shapes are forming
Blackbirds call
Early morning spirits
Moving hands
Tick-tocking ages
In the half-light of the still
Before the lark
Where I can feel my shadow
Touch your silence
In the dark
Sleeping at the wheel
Reaching for oceans before us
For us to feel
Together, tonight
Playing eagle
Firing eyes
Ever willing
Sweet surprise
Welling in the belly
Of their chase
Tracing out the angel
In the half-light on your face
Before the lark
Where I can feel my shadow
Touch your silence
In the dark
Just a wall
Shapes are forming
Blackbirds call
Early morning spirits
Moving hands
Tick-tocking ages
In the half-light of the still
Before the lark
Where I can feel my shadow
Touch your silence
In the dark
Sleeping at the wheel
Reaching for oceans before us
For us to feel
Together, tonight
Playing eagle
Firing eyes
Ever willing
Sweet surprise
Welling in the belly
Of their chase
Tracing out the angel
In the half-light on your face
Before the lark
Where I can feel my shadow
Touch your silence
In the dark
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