Nightbird

Room full of candles, crystals and paintings Well and this one is my little masterpiece... De ja vu in my silver and black I am pulled back in a flash like lightning from out of the midnight blue to a certain place and time but I never did ask forever from you. And as the Nightbird sings in the shadow of moonlight it overcomes me like some kind of ghostly possession in the dead of the night haunted by the coming storm I am no stranger toxin my heart and in my life but it's just another lesson learned where my higher self is concerned. The thunder breaks like an earthquake and the Nightbird takes to flight. Oh but in my room full of candles, crystals and paintings, this is my little masquerade of dreams… In my silver and black well I am thrown back in a blaze of lightning from out of the dark mountain sky to a certain place and time but never did I ever ask you why...