During the Day

There was a time when we stuck our faces In the sands, holding hands, wondering would someone taste this? If I ever thought about what clues to give you, deep down in the blue Both skies wouldn’t exist This poem would be a mist But if we looked outside from under the ground And would listen to soft spoken voices Without a sound Then we would finally see How much life would mean to me The reality isn’t real If you make it about how you feel This this what would kill The mind And destroy the hearts design If you speak on love then uncover the darkness And let the light come in or tear away the mess And let the love grow its fruit from the tree From you to me And then we will run out from it all Into a slow eternity This is a fact from the source