Eden


Close your eyes and go back to that srping
We'd let the raindrops fall into the stream.
Stillness in the air, a fainted smell
That traced back to a winter that was fading away.
Buds in bloom, birds were nesting.
Grass was green on our side.
Clouds were gently arranging
On that smooth, spotless canvas we'd call sky.
Naked in the yard I'd hear you play
The songs you used to write, guitar in hand.
Humming all those tunes inside your head
Notes along with words gradually making their way.
Endless thrill filled with laughter
Making love on the grass
Drawing plans with our fingers
On that smooth, spotless canvas we'd call sky
Naked in the yard now no one plays
Your songs are only hummed inside my head
And it's your smell, your touch that I recall
In hearts and skins of bodies that you don't really know.
All alone, there's no laughter.
All our bliss turned to blue.
Mist and gray are now painting
Oh, that smooth, spotless canvas we'd call sky.


Writer/s: Marta Pérez