I speak of births devoted to the ethereal light
Of a tranquil dawn,
Ascending from the ocean’s womb.
And when they flow, they flow like streams
Transporting seashells and corals
Up in the highest peak
Where they long to be.
I speak of births devoted to the ethereal light…
I speak of lives addicted to the celestial light
Of a serene dusk,
Deriving from apocryphal temples
Hidden, deep into the wastelands.
And when they blow, they blow like the wind
Transferring legends and folklore art
Throughout the neighborhood.
I speak of lives addicted to the celestial light…
I speak of deaths given to the phosphorescent light
Of transcendent love,
Rising from the stardust ghetto.
And when they fly, they fly with a balloon
In search of Polyamory
Amidst aerial shadows with long hair.
I speak of deaths given to the phosphorescent light…
But now, when lips are sealed
And the mouth is silent
Peaceful within me,
In the arms of Sleep
Come my fellow mountains
Come my fellow tidal waves
I speak of silence
And I shall, listen
And I shall be released.