Levitate the expantions of light
Sink in the jaded moon bright
Hold quite and soak the embers that dull in this sun
So long ago these songs were sung
In soft tongues
Run
Run under the stream of shallow stars
Sleep
Sleep in the cracks and chirps of sorrow hung
Marching in a steady continuum
March and till the weaving of another sparrow has spun
Across the sky of tear shimmer
The songs of the unsung
Liminate in the finding of the leaving and living
Thoughts on the destruction of what we have, the only thing we can count on is time And even that is almost gone. Appreciate the being of here and live the now of this earth that we do drastically destroy.
