Gleaming, glistening, glazy things
By the clouds given, in the shadows hidden
Flying so high, gliding in the sky
Seeing no sorrow, fearing no morrow
Neither guilt, regret, nor dreams
Ever mar your peaceful realms.
What your soul craves to find?
Are you happy being blind
To the fire burning wild,
To the birth and to the death,
To the Earth you left behind.
And once in a while
One of them desires,
Filled with lust, with sadness killing,
They forsake their heavenly living
They fall to this land, they are lost in this land
Their splendor shattered, their wisdom scattered
But here they can find Love they left behind.
Here be Dragons
© Copyright: Усоцуке, 2006
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