Saturday, March 31, 2012

we meet up there...at the Milky Way fair...

Come my darling
Let us leave
This reality check filtering us like a sieve
Every moment every passage of our words
Through the air, taking us sadness towards...

Come...
Let us just wear our spacesuit
And scanning of our stream root....
We go straightaway
To the star-studded Milky Way!

A way always filled with twinkling delight
A way towards unending dazzling light
A way to meet nebula and other celestial mates
A way leading to the Heavenly blissful state...

Come...
Let's go away stupendous
Flying by wire we would pass
Dead stars, new born ones...
Filled with abject thrust of wonder
Filled with dark as dark as Light
Filled with a Skylark's supreme flight
As someone discovered and prayed
To gain, after a revolution left him dismayed...
As someone after falling on life-thorn
Feverishly wished in his Ode with the object to be reborn...

Come..
We do a recourse...
Leaving our all pains and remorse...
We do meet up there
At the Milky Way... fair!


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