Maybe there's no love on this rotten Earth,
Maybe I was doomed from my very birth -
Look into the sky where the stars shine bright,
As they whisper something in the silent night.
Think of all the beauty that is hidden there,
All the sense concealed from an angry stare -
Yet this sky is calling to dive into it,
Into this deep well that by stars is lit.
Could I only be free to travel high,
Wand'ring there and back, be it far or nigh -
I'd assail towards where the Cosmos ends,
Where the Nothing great with the matter blends.
Stellar journey
© Copyright: Гэртрон Рокат, 2009
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