The Bloke from T I

dreaming tree

 

The bloke from TI

 

 

Softly he sings.

At the end of light.

In his bed at night.

I can just hear him,

Amongst the noises of life.

I want to ask him,

Why?

he sings for

missed love.

His island home.

Protection on his journey long.

But I know, the real reason.

I just can’t acknowledge.

I want the protection he sings for,

Brings forth.

To envelope me to.

Before I slip into the

Land of Dreaming

On his softly singing

Voice.

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