There's gonna come a day when you'll feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
The cold, cold, cold water remains cold, though it becomes more tolerable as you move through it, your body built for swimming no matter the medium. Soon enough your make your way behind the waterfall, and now comes the worst part: getting out again.
Your teeth are chattering in your head when you pull yourself onto the rough stone, much less fluid than Vervain given the sharp pain that slices its way through your shoulder. Arms wrap around her, your damp body hunting for warmth as your bones ache, though you'd be lying to say the sight isn't beautiful. "Aite, let's do it," you murmur gruffly against her hair, rummaging in your bag to extract the lily from its careful container.
Gingerly, not quite sure how to go about it, you press the flower into one of the clearly delineated spots. "Here's hopin' it'll put an end to th'madness," you murmur, stepping back to wrap your arm around Vervain, content to admire the scene and its promise until she's ready to go.
{fin}
Your teeth are chattering in your head when you pull yourself onto the rough stone, much less fluid than Vervain given the sharp pain that slices its way through your shoulder. Arms wrap around her, your damp body hunting for warmth as your bones ache, though you'd be lying to say the sight isn't beautiful. "Aite, let's do it," you murmur gruffly against her hair, rummaging in your bag to extract the lily from its careful container.
Gingerly, not quite sure how to go about it, you press the flower into one of the clearly delineated spots. "Here's hopin' it'll put an end to th'madness," you murmur, stepping back to wrap your arm around Vervain, content to admire the scene and its promise until she's ready to go.
{fin}
And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
zephyr
