A blue cat is quivering inside a recumbent statue's eye Its wintry eyeball a bleak shelter to her She ponders to be grabbed by a cypresse that soars around But she dares not to attempt the leap You see... the statue is fastened to a bony finger And the height at the firnament is tremendous So she remains dormant, snared to the will of time
Some pewter birds flying above Celebrating their capability to fly
Roaming into a scarlet galaxy Neptunus whales flying above The elder fates their riders are Approaching near an eerie gleam Enormous stalactites shimmering azure Its core lies into my unconscious ocean Colored universal textiles mingled Rays connecting the pillars A way for the planets to touch each other Transcendental energies our pavillion Your sigh resonates into the other side
What if happiness is not only joy. What if happiness is the struggle you've been through for a cause known only to a few, yet full of love and compassion. What if... What if happiness is a light seen only by few.