Tuesday, November 22, 2011

An Empty Vessel that Never makes Noise

You are too empty for me to see
Oh skies clear-off your clouds of confusion
Clear is too pristine to understand
You have to be with me before you last
Some creations give you company
But only for a while till they rest
Then all comes down the clouds go up
Begins the fever of separation
Nothing can eclipse you dear skies
You give space for beings of flight
'Now' is the time for you to find your space.

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