Reverie

My love wore boots like he was in war
And wore his horse to take me to the shore
My love used to celebrate natural bents
All them acquired from self experiments
My love would always lay down his hair
And never bragged for surviving the rain
My love used to keep rainbows in our bed
And draw bright days in our window panes

I still wait for him to take me home
But if he'd not come, I'll go alone

My love wore his poncho like a royal cape
And didn't need a carnival or an eventual escape
My love used to treasure and protect our liberty
And much he would humbly offer to me
My love used to sing among the mountains
Where thunderbolts and fake hyms can't reach
My love lived for my eyes, heart and veins
Always stretching towards both sides of glory

I still wait for him to take me home
But if he'd not come, I'll go alone

I just wanted to live in still waters
I just wanted to live in an acre of moon
In the gloom of sapience, where the air runs dries