Maybe from up-there they seemed to be dreams
Sewed on the sheets of life
Story by story
Snowed beautiful careful and clean

Now and then a little spot of silvery ink
was covering the grass of the passing by
Misunderstood tears to the eye

The scent of twisted loving
Was telling unlived memories
In the shadow of silence

Trembling to the unfelt
The music of hoping
Died prematurely