"Dance into my fog"

This is a Topic that has been with me since i was young. Its revolves around the way of Waltz. The feeling of being in a room where music can bloom under dimming lights and many dress up for the night

Roses speak Love

Violets Whisper Hate

For the dream we dream grow thin of power

Drifting towards mother death's fate.

Hear the song written by skin

Reading your truth from Rooted thin

Step my way

Shall we sway?

For I must say

You floated into my day

How ever could i reach the heart of bleeding passions

Who falls into the thorns lying into the embrace of grace..

Is this a tale of the past? or are echos speaking below our stands..?

The air spills the thick of clouded eras, giving us a chance to blind us from immortal romance. 

So i ask of you now

Form not my shame

Form not my blame

Only through pain

is where you yearn my Name

Let us be free

for in the silence we reach eye to eye

As we Dance into the Fog.

V I N