Le Monde de la Lumiere

Stars are long gone ...

   Tue, November 25, 2008 - 3:36 PM

What is this?

Freedom
Freedom
to move across skies

a silent wind stirs the
cosmic leaves
whispers of sun
touching her skin

I see your fate,
restless moonlight
the need for Union

You bring me down &
leave me on the earthly plane
it's too late only ripples remain
my sole companion
is the breeze

Yet nothing moves
unless your will allows.

may a hidden hand
helps me rise
or else madness will
become my prize








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