The sun drops liquid through the sky's crack

Purple haze whispers

No turning back

The wind plays tricks

The grass it sneaks

Summer beats thunder till the earth speaks.

Day begins the way it goes

With broken clocks and borrowed clothes

The sun pretends it's on my side

But shadows tell me lies won't hide.

Under the cloak of the starry night

Where shadows dance out of sight

The moon whispers secrets in disguise

Through fractured dreams and velvet skies.

I've been travelin’ down a winding lane,

Through sunshine, laughter, and a little rain.

The signs aren't clear, but I feel the beat,

The rhythm of your heart pulls me off my feet.

Dream Ways by Pétur Söebech Quinn

Beneath the quiet canopy, whispers start to form, A secret language carried on winds both wild and warm. Every leaf a little poet, with verses to be perceived— In every rustle of the leaves, a story is conceived.

I'm a spark in the dark of the city's glow

With a pocket of wishes I’ll never let go

Skies hum melodies only I can hear

Dancing to the rhythm of a world unclear.

Hey friend, in quiet hours of day, I catch a note drifting slowly away. A gentle spark ignites within your hand, Whispering dreams like grains of sand. Every lost refrain holds a tender start— A call to mend the pieces of your heart.

I wake up at midnight with thunder in my veins, A restless echo of fire dancing in the rain. Molten scars trace memories, burning slow and deep, In the silence of shadows, my secrets silently weep.

Stars screamin loud emptiness their song

Dust becomes flesh turnin' right from wrong

Silence roars vast space infinite and cruel

Spinnin tales cold fire breakin every rule.