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Time passes by as we fly, falling from the sky; a tear, a cry, a question: Why?
A word, spoken softly,
shadowed by the night
Fire in the midnight,
quiet, silent light
A calming coming over,
no longer wish to fight
Dream to be released
from this plague, happiness’ blight.
Speak slowly, tone soft – listen to the stars aloft: they coughed. Our poison fumes waft into their air, their sky.
Breathe in, breathe out, life spins about, clouded with doubt; watch mystery sprout, hear your lungs shout for more air: that which you can’t live without.
Falling from the sky
again, rising to the sun
Don’t slow down,
before you know it, our time will be done
Words drifting quietly;
you hear a laugh, a song, a pun
The threads of reality
begin to come undone.
Take a journey in space and brace yourself for the race of time to that one special place – to where we can’t be traced: That false embrace.
Dance, dance with me and you will see: opportunity to see, to hear the plea of one in need setting free.
Stars and moons and
astronomy
Spend a little time
with me
See the sunset through
the trees
Dancing in the sky;
we’re free.