solstice
Solstice
solstice comes, solstice goes
rough night
deep in the dark
keep me waiting
wandering thoughts
thoughts high above
keep me wondering
I owe - my silence
I owe - my ears and eyes
I owe - my Silence
solstice comes, solstice goes
I owe to own my voice
I fall asleep, quote me a river
see their eyes in the mirror
from the stream to the sea, into the ocean
we are lost but not broken
dream like I know what is needed
like I know how to listen
I owe to hear their cry
say what's on their mind
I owe - my silence
I owe - my ears and eyes
I owe - my Silence
solstice comes, solstice goes
I owe to own my voice
Solstice
Written in silent sleeplessness, ‘Solstice’ hovers between winter's cold breath and summer nights' sultry embrace. It is a reminder to listen to oneself and others and to give a voice to those who remain unheard.