Dead.
Yet so alive,
bringing life to the withered flower.
Lost.
However, showing the way back
to the blind wanderer.
Gray.
And still so shiny,
lighting the night of the desert.
Hopeless.
But full of faith,
taking care of the broken wing bird.
Dead, Lost, Gray, Hopeless,
brought up life, light and sanity
while digging a grave
to put it all away.
enviado como new year 2011
Is it weird that I thought of the moon while reading this. This power thing that has a lot of control over the Earth and it's millions of miles away.
ReplyDeleteOr maybe it's just my moon obsession speaking through me again.
hahaha you´re right it evokes the moon: dead, gray, shiny...
DeleteI have a thing for the moon too hahahaha