| So far away, an arm moves. Its shadow falls at my feet. A bridge, a rope, a dream, a hope. So far to go before I'm real again. You sent the sound that made me. It broke me down to dust; To blow away, to blow towards The silver lining, its cloud and rain. I could wave and wait forever: A mythical figure in blue. Statue in the corner gathering dust. It blows away and I remain. I'm a pale imitation. You let me think I can compare, But the flesh never can. So far to go before I'm me again |
| Allusion |