To You， my Sleeping Soul

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