Fellow Travellers (On the Veil)

Silent clouds above the garden
Spoke a hidden word
Nestled deep inside a cigarette
La petite mort

Tranquil skies above dissolving
Blissful rain of higher realms
A telephonic conversation;
Fellow travellers on the veil

And her countenance awaited magic glowing

Leaving many cities far behind
My old illusions fall
Breathing river wood of ocean dock
A mellow call

And the rain brought down the sun to newer mornings



Credits
Writer(s): Ana Noriega Olazábal
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