Portals
Laura Misch, William Arcane
hands in the ground
I watch you
sewing the seeds
you tend to
pen on the paper
I look back at the faces
dancing figures
spiral through time
passing on the way you came through
portals open as you slowly drift through
Surrounded by our love
Surrounded by our love
hands on the horn
I’ll play for you
melodies you can
carry trough
bloom of the flowers
In the darkest of hours
dancing figures
spiral through time
passing on the way you came through
portals open as you slowly drift through
Surrounded by our love
Surrounded by our love