Seems to open wider
To form a triangle
And round stones in a circle
Where a peach tree is
Drippings sweet nectar
In a land with no name
A child at the base of the tree
Looks up me and to the sky
Filling me with question marks
And a sleep witinin the stars
Still dancing through constellations
Sill with bird in hand
As that was an island
Lit up by the waxing moon
For the form of dreams to
Form.
To form a triangle
And round stones in a circle
Where a peach tree is
Drippings sweet nectar
In a land with no name
A child at the base of the tree
Looks up me and to the sky
Filling me with question marks
And a sleep witinin the stars
Still dancing through constellations
Sill with bird in hand
As that was an island
Lit up by the waxing moon
For the form of dreams to
Form.