.
Exposed to the starlight,
stripped bare by the moonlight.
It is a conscious stream
of those living the dream,
unfolds me origamically
with every beam.
These tears on my face--
I cannot hide.
Where time and space
eventually collide.
They pry open my soul
exposing a sweet sunshower.
They strip me to bone
within the hour.
I fall like Icarus,
where my wings have failed.
My feet land firm on Neptune
yes!--
the moon and stars hath prevailed.
Where symphonies of light
will do what they'll do.
As for me--
What a view! What a view!
.
Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 3:56 PM UTC
.
Exposed to the starlight,
stripped bare by the moonlight.
It is a conscious stream
of those living the dream,
unfolds me origamically
with every beam.
These tears on my face--
I cannot hide.
Where time and space
eventually collide.
They pry open my soul
exposing a sweet sunshower.
They strip me to bone
within the hour.
I fall like Icarus,
where my wings have failed.
My feet land firm on Neptune
yes!--
the moon and stars hath prevailed.
Where symphonies of light
will do what they'll do.
As for me--
What a view! What a view!
.
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