For Nonbelievers

Sit with me
Have a drink, bare your soul
Take your time to discover us
Softly, softly
The heartbeat of the trees witnesses
Our muted bacchanal

But you drift away
A reverie of what could and might have been
So we beat just out of sync

And breathe out of time
And the stars listen in mourning
As I whisper to the constellations

Beg them to align for you
I sit in the periphery
Of your newfound eden

While you drift away
A reverie of what could and might have been
I've waited all my life for you to tell me

How does the brushing of fingertips
The lightest of touches
The faintest of feelings

Contain such electricity
Such reverence
Such barren memory

And so you drift away
A reverie of what could and might have been
So we wait just out of reach



Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Leonov
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