I feel it
The meloncholy whispers of your soul
It is alone
I am the fallen star you seek
I am the warm wind
Caressing your hair
I am beside you
I am the one that kissed your wrists
The world is ours
Forget people
Forget about the others
And live for our season, the Spring
The time of rebirth
Where your heart can shed it's skin
Drink this moment
It will beome part of you forever
Look at the stars
The elitar of our moment
Close your eyes
And let it pulse in your veins
And when you open your soul's portals
I will be beside you
And the stars will be ours
No matter what
You and I
Are always free
With our cloaks of endless possibilites
And our wings of starlight
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.