I have been marked
as a Dreamer of Dreams
by the slow writhe
of the One on my skin,
by the keen pipe,
the language of the whisper.
I have been marked,
or so it seems.
I have been marked
as a Dreamer of Dreams
by the slow writhe
of the One on my skin,
by the keen pipe,
the language of the whisper.
I have been marked,
or so it seems.