With bright eyes I gaze into the midnight sky,
consumed by cosmic thoughts and solidarity with lost cosmonauts.
Wandering yet not lost, vicariously relating
to explorers, and the skies they crossed
While the stars above and the ocean fall in love, I feel the sea breeze through my hair and listen to the hymn of the ocean prayer
The sun rises over the ocean and its yellow glaze hypnotizes. I find myself in a forest of towering trees singing the song of the bees.
As if through thin-air, sunbeams illuminate through the foliage that the trees wear. The warming sensation that frees sets me at ease.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
With bright eyes I gaze into the midnight sky,
consumed by cosmic thoughts and solidarity with lost cosmonauts.
Wandering yet not lost, vicariously relating
to explorers, and the skies they crossed
While the stars above and the ocean fall in love, I feel the sea breeze through my hair and listen to the hymn of the ocean prayer
The sun rises over the ocean and its yellow glaze hypnotizes. I find myself in a forest of towering trees singing the song of the bees.
As if through thin-air, sunbeams illuminate through the foliage that the trees wear. The warming sensation that frees sets me at ease.
