Celestial rant
Rise and fly, up away into the skies,
be one with the transient clouds,
Float on.
I always belonged to the skies,
a place of my own amongst the
Twinkling stars.
I look to my fellow stars for my twinkle,
to the motherly skies which harbors us all
in her limitless expanse.
We set out at night to shine and
give out our twinkle, to those in search of
that something that is somewhere.
In this limitless stretch we breathe excitedly,
as father Sun appears and sends us into a tizzy,
rising up high.
And sending us twirling, into another proportion,
another patch, we twinkle on,
but only someplace new.
Everytime father Sun, sends us swirling into space.
This entry was posted
on Wednesday, August 09, 2006 at 02:32.
|
Strange, Very strange...! is powered by Blogspot and Gecko & Fly.
No part of the content or the blog may be reproduced without prior written permission.