Тантрический вечер 6

Don't detour. I don't belong. I'm over sunshine And soul of stone. I trace the light. I'm falling down. Your ghost is warmer Until the dawn. I feel the prison I've left in scorn. I'm breathing deeper Within this song. I'm calling out to shadows Like floating snow. I found my way to go here, And I don't show. I'm drifting through the darkness. I'm falling still. Your shadow stays in me Until the will. Don't be so crisp tonight. Don't be so cold. I'm breathing, just breathing. Two stories be told. I'm still breathing slowly Of what was here. I'm still unfolding, But deep in fear. I'm drifting down the pace Of what I've been soaking. I finally touch the sky And finally touch the beat. I'm tangled in the sunshine And feeling from the stone. I found my worth of golden Become my home. I'm still breathing slowly.