a name?

It was angst when it was on track and they did not give a sign that they are dragging the mind down to its roots, the tune swiftly passed the earth and I forgot to spin the time. When shadows touched the eyes I recognized that I slanted for the star and the sun departed but there was trust that there is another dawn. Perhaps in my tedious precincts once those dreams may not remember to wither away and I waited. Seasons distorted and odds lost its power still the unrest remained and out of dread I grasped that the stance are shifting.

From the cathedral of the sky they asked, how that name dyed the sky so dry. And the fenland of regretted sea uttered that for a million years they lie so blue. Life sails with the illusion of wanting but the mirror was empty and now there is a ride with the ceaseless dreams to the diminishing shores of suspense. The rocky coast with the weightless image waits for an exodus burial and this noiseless heart of suffocating silence could see the road of endless wishes, but I deny because they are worthless without a name.

And today there is serene brightness and I know someday I’ll reach up to the thousands of light years with the remainder being asymmetric and make many requests. There is beauty in belief that they rise and shine and one day they cannot resist themselves falling. For my hundred verses will be sung someday with beams in the heart and magic in the riveting eyes. In the terrain of gorgeous pearls, I crave to engrave the voyage of worship and disappear into it to rediscover the music, thrill and words I let go.