Silence rips the atmosphere

They said we aren’t really here

But all the forms of life seem to disagree.

The afternoon is very still

But then we all get a chill

As something has forgotten that it is Spring.

The dust has been settled for a very long time

There is no recollection of the crime

Everyone is hoping someday she’ll just forget.

The sun is bright and life carries on

She’s aloof and calm, from dusk to dawn

Then retires the charade to spend another day.

When you look into her beautiful eyes

It makes you think of the clear blue skies

From a distance they could sweep your heart away.