I release you now, from your incorporeal cell.
Take your politics, your reason, I have no need for bagatelle And walk unfettered through the unlatched gate
I wish no more, you to incarcerate.
Regret, do I that we were foe,
In the twilight of our existence, It should not be so.
Forgive me?
I forgive you
Now hurry, go.
Take the path towards the waxing moon. Fear not to hurry, to be there soon
for I have cleared the debris of a ruinous past Race
Creed
Ideology
You shall not trip now, on false theology.
Calm is the light of a waxing moon Where a lover will, his loved one swoon. And steadiness comes to a raging bull
In the softest light when the moon is full.
But the orb that traverses the sky by day colours the world in so many a way
that the path we take, leads to many a view- I categorized you.
Imprisoned, I did, an idea Closed my mind, I fear to another point of view.
So walk in the light of a waxing moon
where there is no false or indeed, no true:
just a peaceful world where shadows are dancing with you.Moon waxes to wane
peace, tranquillity remain.
Beautiful thought, beautiful world, released I have, not you, but me
I am free.