Written by a friend
She'd Dream Elsewhere
She'd sit here in this cold chair
During the night battle of forces of nature
She'd think of the old umbrella she lost under an oak
A long forgotten story sneaks into her mind
You'd see her lips move to warm those frozen words
In such a voice angel whispers to the echoes of the ocean
She'd be lifted up high in this elegant motion
Would she fear to fall and be broken?
A woman is a feather
Men play with their polished fingers
A heart of weightless treasure
