Secrets

I want you to sing with me, I want you to sing to me
In the dark-dark cloudy days, do come and sit by my side,
Come when the conscience knows that nothing stays,
Bring the carpet of light to the voices that all end in a maze,
Free the storm that dies without breath in the confines.

Blow these dry leaves of memories away,
Soak with springs fragrance the parched lands insides,
Collect the blessings from my swaying confidantes,
Inhale the man-nah dancing in the air, in the shadow hours.

I have shredded my fears and thrown in the air,
Blow them far-far away, spread it thin in the air,
Play the secret tunes from your lairs,
Blow the morning song my way, stamping away my fears.

Soothe the air again with your ancient songs,
I preserve these dews and specs, my sunshines,
I wish with you, as you,even if not you, I sway and fly always,
These our secrets that no one can pry.

I have nothing to give, I have nothing to take,
What I have, I did not labour to make,
I am something born and dead every day.
I am the form we together whisper away.

I am everything and nothing each time,
I live and die with the moments life,
No promises to make or break as too soon the moments vaporize,
I carry this smiling emptiness to the end, hoping you will always be by my side.