Black and White - Sylvan

Thoughts, sometimes sad and sometimes bright, once conceived won’t go away

With time, somehow cruel and volatile, they intensify

Somewhere they have reached her, unperceived, so faint, so quiet

And she is so fragile, like the vulnerable child that she keeps inside…

The paintings that you draw in your world, so easily they grace and they shine

A fancy from your childhood returned, but sometimes you just draw it black and

white

Dreams, sometimes shaded, sometimes light

Once they’re forged they fade away

At times, with a stroke of wing they fly off eternally…

The paintings that you draw in your world

So easily they grace and they shine

A fancy from your childhood returned

But sometimes you just draw it black and white

Stillness spreads out slowly, makes itself at home

In this house where she thrived, she now feels alone

Whispers from a foretime fill her heart with rain

Once somebody left here all the grief that never died away