Flowers

Flowers in arid winds
Stones in quiet sleep
Sadness will leave her now

I see flowers running through her head
Shining like blue
Turning fire red
She dreams in colors
And the night blows her nightmares away
She won't go gentle into the night

Youth could meet me halfway
So I can sleep through thunder with doors wide open

She is by the fire
And it all just disappears
Silence tells the story
Of a newfound world

She dreams in colors
And the night blows her nightmares away
And gently lets in the day