The Lighthouse
Staring at the beggar, I might get lost if I followed every dream. Yet I want to live and I want to give. I dream up I'm on a quest for truth and justice.
So trust binding, I seek no truce, as I lift up the pen and lay down the soul. For all things breathe out from one another and beings faultlessly fall to their fateful order.
Be now, be then, be now and then; ever lured to copious leftovers, timelessly curved by lukewarm hangovers, the struggle remains against old self. Still, unaffected, the lighthouse keeps up its opening band for the sun. For the one shall rather come across mounts and pages, heralding light on stormy grudges, long ago edged with abrupt ledges.
From day to day...
At the crack of dawn, as the bruised sail keeps searching, for that one fleeting wind that should cast off all its shortcomings, the faint nascent twinkle reminds its sailor that when time blows right, evidence shall prevail...
Salty as can be, the sea always takes its course indeed.
So trust binding, I seek no truce, as I lift up the pen and lay down the soul. For all things breathe out from one another and beings faultlessly fall to their fateful order.
Be now, be then, be now and then; ever lured to copious leftovers, timelessly curved by lukewarm hangovers, the struggle remains against old self. Still, unaffected, the lighthouse keeps up its opening band for the sun. For the one shall rather come across mounts and pages, heralding light on stormy grudges, long ago edged with abrupt ledges.
From day to day...
At the crack of dawn, as the bruised sail keeps searching, for that one fleeting wind that should cast off all its shortcomings, the faint nascent twinkle reminds its sailor that when time blows right, evidence shall prevail...Salty as can be, the sea always takes its course indeed.
H.H.H.H.H
Libellés :
Ramblings
No comments:
Post a Comment