Edge of the star-trail

Touch my fingers,
follow my lead,
across the sands of time;
Step in my prints,
close behind me stay,
keep rhythm, heart of mine.
The earth below,
the heavens beyond,
cosmic winds in our sail;
Glide in my wake,
until we’re standing
on the edge of the star-trail.

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drought

Where did the world go, in the blink of an eye?
Why do I stand alone on the plains?
Why is there no one around to hear my cry?
I’m dry, parched, in need of the rain.

Why is there only one single heart beating?
why aren’t there any clouds in the sky?
Where is my love, I’m alone, kneeling…
No water in sight, but that from my eyes.

 


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