To You， my Sleeping Soul - Kyrstyn Pixton

To You, my Sleeping Soul - Kyrstyn Pixton
To you my sleeping soul
I am the crumbling of wind and yes
Where the call of bird sweeps through me
Eternity's face peeks through like a pinprick
It's the dance of immortal heaven
It's the raging of worlds and arching bosom
Sleep
Only to wake with the blush of the calling
On your skin sleep
Sleep
Only to wake with the blush of the calling
Of the wind sleep
For it is raging through you too
Softly like the hearts giving rain
And it is gently pushing though
Wildly to be held and loved again
For it is raging through you too
Softly like the hearts giving rain
And it is gently pushing though
Wildly to be held and loved again
Sleep
Only to wake with the blush of the calling
On your skin sleep
Sleep
Only to wake with the blush of the calling
On your skin sleep
But this soft spur that aches so fully
A hidden catacomb beneath your skin
Alive with dancing ages alight with the glow of youth
And innocence you are ripe now
For the embryo of dawning grows
Fertile and small in your heart
And it is reaching it's wings
Like spreading veins through your waiting flesh
And now your song is like wine
Fire of aether's burning you're reborn in this
Sleep
Only to wake with the blush of the calling
On your skin sleep
Sleep
Only to wake with the blush of the calling
On your skin sleep
Sleep
Only to wake with the blush of the calling
On your skin sleep