Afterwords

In nested horizons where the sky perch the sea, like jaded birds searching for shore, though the sound of waves is real as the beach, the discontent sky keeps searching for more. Cut by the feelings that runs down deep, further into the deepest drowns, the ocean knows its depth remains the same, but the sky grows, and grows let by the downs(still the ocean,knows). no afterwords, no afterwords Let the silence grow no afterwards, no afterwards Let it grow, still the ocean knows... The passage of time known for, cloud bursts and tremors of light, the moon shown in discord to face-off the sky, if the sky knew the same Sea in accord, swallows time whole through the years flown by... no afterwords, no afterwords Let the silence grow no afterwards, no afterwards Let it know, (Let the ocean, know). no afterwords, no afterwords Let the silence grow no afterwards, no afterwards for once - let the silence know.