Person

The clouds are strolling
In the mellow sky
The hour is passing
The trees are dancing
With delight, but I do not know why

My tears are drowning
In the shallow sea
Where my heart must go
To find the deepness, so
I walk to where I must be

Your life is standing
On the wall
My smiles are taking
The jealous awaking
To break it all

Our words are silent
Outside this place
Where touch is gone
And it seems no-one
Can bear to face

Their selves are falling
Into where they are told to rest
It seems no thought
And it is not sought
That those that are best
Are not taken by
Their feelings lest
They lose the will
To reach and fly
And leave the nest
Though their wings are flailing
They can only ever try
For they hold onto their feelings
And once kept inside
They die