DAMARIS CODREA

A visual journal of becoming

If I could feel the wind
dancing trough your hair
I’d sit inside the wave
and wait for  you

I’ll dance with the moon
till you decide to come
And change the wind
to the side of Rome

I’ll stay inside that veil forever
Lost on your eyes again and  again

I’ll hold your hand whereinsoever
And pledge my soul into your flame.

 

the evening song