/tapestries/ - philo viveró

that was a test of our resolves
we failed it with a hint of childish glee
a test with no consequence at all
save for those long hours of nudity

   but what strains of melodic rhythms
   do we sense on the hour of darkness
   would they ask what's going in them
   melodic rhythms; a bit of timeless?
   the images flash back in our memories
   the sounds tap the ears in our minds
   we're biding our time waiting for the trees
   to bathe in the warmth the summer finds

we tasted it;
a tapestry of colour and a tapestry of sound
we tasted it;
a tapestry of colour and a tapestry of sound
we'll climb it;
a tapestry of colour that grows from the ground.

that was a test of our resolves
we failed it with a hint of childish glee
a test with no consequence at all
save for those long hours of nudity

   and what takes us into this night-time
   filled with the wonders of the darkness
   would they give back or only take them
   nocturnal rhythms; gifts from timeless
   the lengthening days pique our memories
   the eagerness builds in our minds
   we're biding our time waiting for the trees
   to bathe in the warmth the summer finds

we tasted it;
a tapestry of colour and a tapestry of sound
we tasted it;
a tapestry of colour and a tapestry of sound
we'll climb it;
a tapestry of colour that grows from the ground.