Gloria - SILQUE

Waiting seemingly close

Unbeknownst that the patience couldn’t run out

Gleaming onto the path

Her siren song leads you closer to the meaning

Within Gloria

Golden fields sway on her head

While the echos whisper all the things she said

The riverbank is blue on her dress

And her dance resembles all the things you miss

Turns around to see when you fall

With the motherly compassion you recall

Behind every tree in the wild

She is playfully disquised just as a child

Which she leads you to belive that you can find

Waiting seemingly close

Unbeknownst that the patience couldn’t run out

Gleaming onto the path

Her siring song leads you closer to the meaning

Within Gloria

Sliding all along her curves

Which is carefully formed into the earth

Blinded by the green in her glance

With the eyes all closed you’re reaching for her hand

While you try to follow the footsteps in the sand

Waiting seemingly close

Unbeknownst that the patience couldn’t run out

Reeling only to show

You can’t catch her until you let her go