Smoke in the air,
Fills up the skies above,
When all the world chokes into emptiness,
Some sole string hums on,
A broken song,
Of a life half lived.
Hungry,
Left only with broken crumbs,
From birds that lost their way home,
Here, we stand,
All together, each alone,
Under the moon,
For a glimpse, between the darkness,
For the stars,
to shine on.
- "Out here on the perimeter there are no stars, Out here we is stoned - immaculate." - Jim Morrison
Monday, July 30, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
There she was,
Out beyond the mist.
Like a twinkle in the eye,
Burning bright on the seas afar.
There she goes,
Into the folds,
Over ever changing ebbs.
As one-by-one, like a curtain raised,
The stars awake, dotting the skies.
The night sets in, velvet black,
The breeze flows by in slow embrace,
Amidst the ending of a day,
The start of a night,
The clouds gather beyond,
Showering pearly rains.
The air fills the soul delights,
Minds wake free,
the breeze wears, like a perfume,
the drenched earth.
Far into the horizon,
The lights fade off,
the show ends,
in the folds of a night,
With nimble feathers,
along the birds hurrying back home,
worlds apart,
a soul stirs,
From the cocoons of the mind,
A dream is set free.
Out beyond the mist.
Like a twinkle in the eye,
Burning bright on the seas afar.
There she goes,
Into the folds,
Over ever changing ebbs.
As one-by-one, like a curtain raised,
The stars awake, dotting the skies.
The night sets in, velvet black,
The breeze flows by in slow embrace,
Amidst the ending of a day,
The start of a night,
The clouds gather beyond,
Showering pearly rains.
The air fills the soul delights,
Minds wake free,
the breeze wears, like a perfume,
the drenched earth.
Far into the horizon,
The lights fade off,
the show ends,
in the folds of a night,
With nimble feathers,
along the birds hurrying back home,
worlds apart,
a soul stirs,
From the cocoons of the mind,
A dream is set free.
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